No. 619. Nov. 12, 1714. formations, which are transmitted to me, would lead a very curious, or very idle Reader, insensibly along, through a great many Pages, I know some Authors, who would pick up a Secret History out of such Materials, and make a Bookseller an Alderman by the Copy, I shall therefore carefully preserve the Original Papers in a Room set apart for that Purpose, to the end that they may be of Service to Posterity; but shall at present content my self, with owning the Receipt of several Letters, lately come to my Hands, the Authors whereof are impatient for an Answer. Charissa, whose Letter is dated from Cornhill, desires to be eased in some Scruples relating to the Skill of Astrologers. Referred to the Dumb Man for an Answer. J. C. who proposes a Love-Case, as he calls it, to the Love-Casuist, is hereby desired to speak of it to the Minister of the Parish; it being a Case of Conscience, The poor young Lady, whose Letter is dated October 26, who complains of a harsh Guardian, and an unkind Brother, can only have my good Wishes, unless she pleases to be more particular, The Petition of a certain Gentleman, whose Name I have forgot, famous for renewing the Curls of decayed Perriwigs, is referred to the Censor of small Wares. The Remonstrance of T. C. against the Profanation of the Sabbath by Barbers, Shoe-cleaners, &c. had better be offered to the Society of Reformers. A learned and laborious Treatise upon the Art of Fencing, returned to the Author. To the Gentleman of Oxford, who desires me to insert a Copy of Latin Verses, which were denied a Place in the University Books. Answer. Nonumque prematur in annum. To my learned Correspondent who writes against Master's Gowns, and Poke Sleeves, with a Word in Defence of large Scarves. Answer. I resolve not to raise Animosities amongst the Clergy. To the Lady, who writes with Rage against one of her own Sex, upon the Account of Party Warmth. Answer Answer. Is not the Lady she writes against reckoned No. 619. Handsome? Friday, Nov. 12, I desire Tom Truelove (who sends me a Sonnet upon 1714. his Mistress, with a Desire to print it immediately) to consider, that it is long since I was in Love, I shall answer a very profound Letter from my old Friend the Upholsterer, who is still inquisitive whether the King of Sweden be living or dead, by whispering him in the Ear, That I believe he is alive. Let Mr. Dapperwit consider, What is that long story of the Cuckoldom to me? At the earnest Desire of Monímia's Lover, who de clares himself very penitent, he is recorded in my Paper by the Name of The Faithful Castalio. The Petition of Charles Cocksure, which the Peti tioner stiles very reasonable- -Rejected, The Memorial of Philander, which he desires may be dispatched out of Hand, Postponed. I desire S. R. not to repeat the Expression under the Sun so often in his next Letter, The Letter of P. S. who desires either to have it printed entire, or committed to the Flames. Not to be printed entire. No. 620. Monday, November 15 Hic vir, hic est, tibi quem promítti saepius audis.—Virg. HAVING lately presented my Reader with a Copy of Verses, full of the false Sublime, I shall here communicate to him an excellent Specimen of the True, Tho' it hath not been yet published, the judicious Reader will readily discern it to be the Work of a Master: And if he hath read that noble Poem on The Prospect of Peace, he will not be at a Loss to guess at the Author, The ROYAL PROGRESS. When BRUNSWICK first appear'd, each honest Heart, No. 620. In Golden Chains the Kings of India led, Monday, Or rent the Turban from the Sultan's Head. One, in old Fables, and the Pagan Strain, Nov. 15, 1714. With Nymphs and Tritons, wafts him o'er the Main, While the Mind nauseates what she can't believe. From Clime to Clime, and keep him still in View: And from the Theme unlabour'd Beauties rise. By longing Nations for the Throne design'd, His Frontiers past, the Belgian Bounds he views, Through No. 620. Through stately Towns, and many a fertile Plain, In Haga's Towers he waits, 'till Eastern Gales Hither the Fame of England's Monarch brings Takes in the blended Int'rests of Mankind, The World's great_Patriot. Calm thy anxious Breast, Henceforth thy Kingdoms shall remain confin'd The Alps their new-made Monarch shall restrain, But see! to Britain's Isle the Squadrons stand Ten thousand Vessels from Ten thousand Shores Still is it thine; tho' now the cheerful Crew As in the Flood he sails, from either Side He views his Kingdom in its rural Pride; A No. 620. A various Scene the wide-spread Landskip yields, And distant Flocks strav o'er a thousand Hills: The Sun now rowling down the Western Way, In one vast Shout he seeks the crowded Strand, Welcome, great Stranger, to our longing Eyes, For Thee the East breath'd out a prosp'rous Breeze, So two fair Twins, whose Features were design'd From that fair Hill, where hoary Sages boast Proud Town! the noblest Scene beneath the Skies. A floating Forest. From the distant Strand A |