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piercing Affliction--- I leave you to represent " my Diftrefs your own Way, in which I defire f you to be speedy, if you have Compaffion for Innocence expofed to Infamy.


N° 323.

Tuesday, March 11,



Modo Vir, modo Famina

HE Journal with which I prefented my Reader on Tuesday laft, has brought me in feveral Letters with Account of many private Lives caft into that Form. I have the Rake's Fournal, the Sot's Journal, the Whore-mafter's Journal, and among feveral others a very curious Piece, entituled, The Journal of a Mohock. By these Inftances I find that the Intention of my laft Tuesday's Paper has been miftaken by many of my Readers. I did not design so much to expose Vice as Idleness, and aimed at thofe Perfons who pafs away their Time rather in Trifle and Impertinence, than in Crimes and Immoralities. Offences of this latter Kind are not to be dallied with, or treated in fo ludicrous a Manner. In fhort, my Journal only holds up Folly to the Light, and fhews the Difagreeableness of fuch Actions as are indifferent in themselves, and blameable only as they proceed from Creatures endow'd with Reason.


MY following Correfpondent, who calls her felf Clarinda, is fuch a Journalist as I require: She seems by her Letter to be placed in a modish State of Indifference between Vice and Virtue, and to be fufceptible of either, were there proper Pains taken with her. Had her Journal been filled with Gallantries, or fuch Occurrences as had fhewn her wholly divested of her natural Innocence, notwithstanding might have been more pleafing to the Generality of Readers, I fhould not have published it; but as it is only the Picture of a Life filled with a fashionable Kind of Gayety and Laziness, I fhall fet down five Days of it, as I have received it from the Hand of my fair Correfpondent.



YOU having fet your Readers an Exercife γου in one of your laft Week's Papers, I have perform'd mine according to your Or 6 ders, and herewith fend it you enclosed. You must know, Mr. SPECTATOR, that I am a maiden Lady of a good Fortune, who have had feveral Matches offered me for thefe ten Years laft paft, and have at prefent warm Applications made to me by a very pretty Fellow. As I am at my own Difpofal, I come up to Town every Winter, and pafs my Time in it after the Manner you will find in the fol'lowing Journal, which I began to write upon the very Day after your Spectator upon that Subject. TUESDAY

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TUESDAY Night. Could not go to Sleep 'till one in the Morning for Thinking of my



From Eight till Ten.

Drank two Dishes of Chocolate in Bed, and fell afleep after them.

From Ten to Eleven. Eat a Slice of Bread and Butter, drank a Difh of Bohea, read the Spectator.

From Eleven to One. At my Toilette, try'd a new Head. Gave Orders for Veny to be combed and washed. Mem. I look beft in Blue.

From One 'till Half an Hour after Two. Drove to the Change. Cheapned a Couple of Fans. 'Till Four. At Dinner, Mem. Mr. Froth paffed by in his new Liveries.

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From Four to Six. Dreffed, paid a Vifit to old Lady Blithe and her Sifter, having before heard they were gone out of Town that Day.

From Six to Eleven. At Baffet. Mem. Never fet again upon the Ace of Diamonds.

THURSDAY. From Eleven at Night to Eight in the Morning.

to Mr. Froth.

From Eight to Ten.

Acts in Aurenzèbe abed.

Dream'd that I punted

Chocolate. Read two

From Ten to Eleven. Tea-Table. Sent to borrow Lady Faddle's Cupid for Veny. Read the Play Bills. Received a Letter from Mr. Froth. Mem. locked it up in my ftrong Box.



Reft of the Morning. Fontange, the Tirewoman, her Account of my Lady Blithe's Wash. Broke a Tooth in my little Tortoifefhell Comb. Sent Frank to know how my Lady Hectick refted after her Monkey's leaping out at Window. Looked pale. Fontange tells me my Glafs is not true. Dreffed by Three.

From Three to Four.


Dinner cold before I fat

From Four to Eleven, Saw Company. Mr. Froth's Opinion of Milton. His Account of the Mobocks. His Fancy for a Pin-cushion. Picture in the Lid of his Snuff-box. Old Lady Faddle promifes me her Woman to cut my Hair. Loft five Guineas at Crimp.

Twelve a Clock at Night. Went to Bed.

FRIDAY. Eight in the Morning. Abed. Read over all Mr. Froth's Letters. Cupid and Veny.

Ten a Clock. Stay'd within all Day, not at home.

From Ten to Twelve. In Conference with my Mantua-Maker. Sorted a Suit of Ribbands. Broke my blue China Cup.

From Twelve to One. Shut my felf up in my Chamber, practised Lady Betty Modely's Skuttle.

One in the Afternoon. Called for my flower'd Handkercheif. Worked half a Violet Leaf in it. Eyes aked, and Head out of Order. Threw by my Work, and read over the remaining Part of Aurenzebe.


From Three to Four. Dined.

From Four to Twelve. Changed my Mind, dreffed, went abroad, and play'd at Crimp 'till Midnight. Found Mrs. Spitely at home. Converfation. Mrs. Brilliant's Necklace falfe Stones. Old Lady Loveday going to be mar-ried to a young Fellow that is not worth a Groat. Mifs Prue gone into the Country. Tom Townly has red Hair. Mem, Mrs. Spitely whispered in my Ear that she had fomething to tell me about Mr. Froth, I am fure it is not


Between Twelve and One. Dreamed that Mr. Froth lay at my Feet, and called me Indamora,

SATURDAY. Rofe at Eight a Clock in the Morning. Sat down to my Toilette.

From Eight to Nine. Shifted a Patch for Half an Hour before I could determine it. Fixed it above my left Eye-brow.

From Nine to Twelve. Drank my Tea, and dreffed.

From Twelve to Two.

Mem. The

At Chappel. A

Lady Blithe

great Deal of good Company. third Air in the new Opera.

dreffed frightfully.

From Three to Four. Dined. Mifs Kitty called upon me to go to the Opera, before I was

rifen from the Table.

From Dinner to Six,

Drank Tea. Turned

off a Footman for being rude to Veny.

Six a Clock. Went to the Opera. I did not fee Mr. Froth till the Beginning of the fe

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