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most beautiful of all the mountain nymphs. The other was Judgment, the offspring of Time, and the only child he acknowledged to be his. A youth, who is sat upon a throne just between them, was their ge. nuine offspring ; his name was Wit, and his seat was composed of the works of the most celebrated authors. I could not but see with a secret joy, that though the Greeks and Romans made the majority, yet our own countrymen were the next both in number and dig. nity. I was now at liberty to take a full prospect of that delightful region. I was inspired with new vigour and life, and saw every thing in nobler and more ! pleasing views than before ; I breathed a purer æther in a sky which was a continued azure, gilded with perpetual sun-shine. The two summits of the moun. tain rose on each side, and formed in the midst a most delicious vale, the habitation of the muses, and of such as had composed works worthy of immortality. Apollo was seated upon a throne of gold, and for a canopy an aged laurel spread its boughs and its fisio shade over his head. His bow and quiver lay at his feet. He held his harp in his hand, whilst the muses round about him celebrated with hymns his victory over the serpent Python, and sometimes sung in softer notes the loves of Leucothoe and Daphnis. Homer, Virgil, and Milton were seated the next to them. Behind were a great number of others, among whom I was surprised to see some in the habit of Laplan. ders, who, notwithstanding the uncouthness of their dress, had lately obtained a place upon the mountain. I saw Pindar walking alone, no one daring to accost him, until Cowley joined himself to him ; but growing weary of one who almost walked him out of breath, he left him for Horace and Anacreon, with whom he seemed infinitely delighted.
A little further I saw another group of figures: I made up to them, and found it was Socrates dictating to Xenophon, and the spirit of Plato; but most
of all, Musæus had the greatest audience about him. I was at too great a distance to hear what he said, or to discover the faces of his hearers; only I thought I now perceived Virgil, who had joined them, and stood in a posture full of admiration at the harmony of his words.
Lastly, at the very brink of the hill I saw BoccaJini sending dispatches to the world below of what happened upon Parnassus: but I perceived he did it without leave of the muses, and by stealth, and was unwilling to have them revised by Apollo. I could now, from this height and serene sky, behold the infinite cares and anxieties with which mortals below sought out their way through the maze of life. I saw the path of virtue lie straight before them, whilst interest, or some malicious demon, still hurried them out of the way. I was at once touched with pleasure at my own happiness, and compassion at the sight of their inextricable errors. Here the two contending passions rose so high, that they were inconsistent with the sweet repose I enjoyed, and awaking with a sudden start, the only consolation I could admit of for my loss, was the hope that this relation of my dream will not displease you.'
No. DXV. TUESDAY, OCTOBER 21.
Pudet me & miseret, qui harum mores cantabat mihi,
I am ashamed and grieved, that I neglected his advice, who
gave me the character of these creatures.
* MR. SPECTATOR,
“I AM obliged to you for printing the account I lately sent you of a coquette who disturbed a sober congregation in the city of London. That intelli. gence ended at her taking a coach, and bidding the driver go where he knew. I could not leave her so, but dogged her, as hard as she drove, to Paul's churchyard, where there was a stop of coaches attending company coming out of the cathedral. This gave me opportunity to hold up a crown to her coachman, who gave me the signal, that he would hurry on, and make no haste, as you know the way is when they favour a chase. By his many kind blunders, driving against other coaches, and slipping off some of his tackle, I could keep up with him, and lodged my fine lady in the parish of St. James's. As I guessed when I first saw her at church, her business is to win hearts and throw them away, regarding nothing but the triumph. I have had the happiness by tracing her through all with whom I heard she was acquainted, to find one who was intimate with a friend of mine, and to be introduced to her notice. I have made so good use of my time, as to procure from that intimate of hers one of her letters, which she writ to her when in the country. This epistle of her own may serve to alarm the world against her in ordinary life, as mine, I hope, did those, who shall behold her at church. The letter was written last winter to the lady who gave it me ; and I doubt not but you will find it the soul of an happy self-loving dame, that takes all the admiration she can meet with and returns none of it in love to her admirers.
6 I AM glad to find you are likely to be disposed of in marriage so much to your approbation as you tell mne. You say you are afraid only of me, for I shall laugh at your spouse's airs. I beg of you not to fear it, for I am too nice a discerner to laugh at any, but whom most other people think fine fellows ; so that your dear may bring you hither as soon as his horses are in case enough to appear in town, and you be very safe against any raillery you may apprehend from me; for I am surrounded with coxcombs of my own making, who are all ridiculous in a manner your good-man, I presume, cannot exert himself. As men who cannot raise their fortunes; and are uneasy under the incapacity of shining in courts, rail at ambition; so do awkward and insipid women, who cannot warm the hearts and charm the eyes of men, rail at affectation ; but she that has the joy of seeing a man's heart leap into his eyes at beholding her, is in no pain for want of esteem among the crew of that part of her own sex, who have no spirit but that of envy, and no language but that of malice. I do not in this, I hope, express myself insensible of the merit of Leocacia, who lowers her beauty to all but her husband, and never spreads her charms but to gladden him who has a right to them ; I say, I do honour to those who can be coquettes, and are not such ; but I despise all who would be so, and in despair of arriving at it themselves, hate and vilify all those who can. But, be that as it will, in answer to your desire of knowing my history :..... One of my chief present pleasures, is in country dances; and, in obedience to me, as well as the pleasure of coming up to me with a good
grace, shewing themselves in their address to others in my presence, and the like opportunities they are all proficients that way: and I had the happiness of being the other night where we made six couple, and every woman's partner a professed lover of mine. The wildest imagination cannot forin to itself on any occasion, higher delight than I acknowledge myself to have been in all that evening. I chose out of my admirers a set of men who must love me, and gave them partners of such of my own sex who most envied me.
“ My way is, when any man who is my admirer pretends to give himself airs of merit, as at this time a certain gentleman you know did, to mortify him by favouring in his presence the most insignificant creature I can find. At this ball I was led into the company by preity Mr. Fanfly, who, you know, is the most obsequious, well-shaped, well-bred woman's man in the town. I at first entrance declared him my partner, if I danced at all ; which put the whole assembly into a grin, as forming no terrors from such a rival. But we had not been long in the room, be. fore I overheard the meritorious gentleman above. mentioned say with an oath, There is no raillery in the thing, she certainly loves the puppy. My gentleman, when we were dancing, took an occasion to be very soft in his ogling upon a lady he danced with, and whom he knew of all women I love most to outshine. The contest began who should plague the other most. I, who do not care a farthing for him, had no hard task to outvex him. I made Fanfly, with a very little encouragement, cut capers coupée, and then sink with all the air and tenderness imaginable. When he performed this, I observed the gentleman you know of fall into the same way, and imitate as well as he could the despised Fanfly. I cannot well give you, who are so grave a country lady, the idea of the joy we have when we see a stubborn heart break,