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public good, cannot but approve the steadiness and intrepidity with which you pursue them. It is a most sensible pleasure to me that I have this opportunity of professing myself one of your great admirers, and, in a very particular manner,


Your Lordship's

Most obliged, and most obedient,
Humble servant,




No. 296.

IRIDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 1711-12.

-Nugis addere pondus.

HOR. I. EP. xix. 42.

"To add weight to trifles."



HAVING lately conversed much with the fair-sex on the subject of your speculations, (which, since their appearance in public, have been the chief exercise of the female loquacious faculty) I found the fair-ones possessed with a dissatisfaction at your prefixing Greek mottoes to the frontispieces of your late papers; and as a man of gallantry, I thought it a duty incumbent on me to impart it to you, in hopes of a reformation, which is only to be effected by a restoration of the Latin to the usual dignity in your papers, which, of late, the Greek, to the great displeasure of your female readers, has usurped; for though the Latin has the recommendation of being as unintelligible to them as the Greek, yet, being written of the same character with their


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mother tongue, by the assistance of a spelling-book it is legible; which quality the Greek wants: and since the introduction of operas into this nation, the ladies are so charmed with sounds abstracted from their ideas, that they adore and honour the sound of Latin, as it is old Italian. I am a solicitor for the fair-sex, and therefore think myself, in that character, more likely to be prevalent in this request, than if I should subscribe myself by my proper name.

J. M.

I desire you may insert this in one of your speculations, to shew my zeal for removing the dissatisfaction of the fair-sex, and restoring you to their favour.'



I WAS some time since in company with a young officer, who entertained us with the conquest he had made over a female neighbour of his; when a gentleman who stood by, as I suppose, envying the Captain's good fortune, asked him what reason he had to believe the lady admired him? Why, says he, my lodgings are opposite to hers, and she is continually at her window either at work, reading, taking snuff, or putting herself in some toying posture, on purpose to draw my eyes that way. The confession of this vain soldier made me reflect on some of my own actions; for you must know, Sir, I am often at a window which fronts the apartments of several gentlemen, who, I doubt not, have the same opinion of me. I must own I love to look at them all, one for being well dressed, a second for his fine eye, and one particular one, because he is the least man I ever saw; but there is something so easy and pleasant in the manner of my little man, that I observe he is a favourite of all his acquaintance. I could go on to tell you of many others, that I believe think I have encouraged them from my window: but pray let me have your opinion of the use of the window, in the apart


ment of a beautiful lady; and how often she may look out at the same man, without being supposed to have a mind to jump out to him.





I HAVE for some time made love to a lady, who received it with all the kind returns I ought to expect: but without any provocation, that I know of, she has of late shunned me with the utmost abhorrence, insomuch, that she went out of church last Sunday in the midst of divine service, upon my coming into the same pew. Pray, Sir, what must I do in this business? Your servant,

Let her alone ten days.



York, Jan. 20, 1711-12.

'WE have in this town a sort of people who pretend to wit, and write lampoons: I have lately been the subject of one of them. The scribbler had not genius enough in verse to turn my age, as, indeed, I am an old maid, into raillery, for affecting a youthier turn than is consistent with my time of day; and, therefore, he makes the title of his madigral, the character of Mrs. JUDITH LOVEBANE, born in the year 1680. What I desire of you is, that you disallow that a coxcomb, who pretends to write verse, should put the most malicious thing he can say in prose. This, I humbly conceive, will disable our country wits, who, indeed, take a great deal of pains to say any thing in rhyme, though they say it very ill.

I am,

Your humble servant,


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