were os en. This I have now satally experienced; the press is, indeed, open.

—— Facilis dffcensus Averni,

Nottes atquc dies patet atri janua Ditis. Virg.

The gates of hell are open night and day 5

Smooth the descent, and easy is the way. Dryden.

The means of doing hurt to ourselves are always at hand. I immediately sent to a printer, and contracted with him for an impression of several thousands of my pamphlet. While it was at the press, I was seldom absent from the printing-house, and continually urged the workmen to haste, by solicitations, promises, and rewards. From the day all other pleasures were excluded, by the delightful employment of correcting the sheets; and from the night sleep generally was banished, by anticipations of the happiness which every hour was bringing nearer.

At last the time of publication approached, and my heart beat with the raptures of an author. I was above all little precautions, and, in defiance of envy or of criticism, set my name upon the title, without sufficiently considering, that what has once passed the press is irrevocable, and that though the printing-house may properly be compared to the insernal regions, for the sacility of its entrance, and the difficulty with which authors return from it; yet there is this difserence, that a great genius can never return to his former state, by a happy draught of the waters of oblivion,

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I am now, Mr. Rambler, known to be an author, and am condemned, irreversibly condemned, to all the miseries of high reputation. The first morning after publication my friends assembled about me; I presented each, as is usual, with a copy of my book. They looked into the first pages, but were hindered, by their admiration, from reading further. The first pages are, indeed, very elaborate. Some passages they particularly dwelt upon, as more eminently beautisul than the rest; and some delicatd strokes, and secret elegancies, I pointed out to them, which had escaped their observation. I then begged of them to forbear their compliments, and invited them, I could do no less, to dine with me at a tavern. After dinner, the book was resumed; but their praises very often so much overpowered my modesty, that I was forced to put about the glass, and had often no means of repressing the clamours of their admiration, but by thundering to the drawer for another bottle.

Next morning another set of my acquaintance congratulated me upon my performance, with such importunity of praise, that I was again forced to obviate their civilities by a treat. On the third day I had yet a greater number of applauders to put to silence in the same manner; and, on the fourth, thofe whom I had entertained the first day came again, having, in the perusal of the remaining part of the book, discovered so many forcible sentences and masterly touches, that it was impossible for me to bear the repetition of their commendations. I, therefore, persuaded them once more to adjourn to the tavern, and chuse some other subject, on which I

might might share in the conversation. But it was not in (heir power to withhold their attention from my persormance, which had so entirely taken possession os their minds, that no entreaties of mine could change their topick, and I was obliged to stifle, with claret, that praise, which neither my modesty could hinder, nor my uneasiness repress.

The whole week was thus spent in a kind of literary revel, and I have now sound that nothing is so expensive as great abilities, unless there is joined witli them an insatiable eagerness of praise; for to efcape from the pain of hearing myself exalted above the greatest names dead and living of the learned world, it has already colt me two hogsheads of port, fifteen gallons of arrack, ten dozen of claret, and five and forty bottles of champagne.

I was resolved to stay at home no longer, and, therefore, rofe early and went to the coffee-house; but found that I had now made myself too eminent; for happiness, and that I was no longer to enjoy the pleasure of mixing, upon equal terms, with the rest; of the world. As soon as I enter the room, I see part of the company raging with envy, which they endeavour to conceal, sometimes with the appearance of laughter, and sometimes with that of contempt; but the disguise is such that I can discover the secret rancour of their hearts, and as envy is deservedly its own punishment, I frequently indulge myself in tormenting them with my presence.

But though there may be some slight satissaction received from the mortification of my enemies, yet my benevolence will not fuffer me to take any pleasure in the terrors of my friends. I have beeri

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Cautious, since the appearance of my work, nos to give myself more premeditated airs of superiority, than the most: rigid humility might allow. It is, indeed, not impossible that I may sometimes have Jaid down my opinion, in a manner that shewed a, Consciousness of my ability to maintain it, or interrupted the converfation, when 1 faw its tendency, •without susfering the speaker to waste his time in explaining his sentiments; and, indeed, I did indulge myself for two days in a custom of drumming with my fingers, when the company began to lose themselves in absurdities, or to encroach upon subjects which I knew them unqualified to discuss. But I generally acted with great appearance of respect, even to thofe whofe stupidity I pitied in my heart. Yet, notwithstanding this exemplary moderation, so univerfal is the dread of uncommon powers, and such the unwillingness of mankind to be made wiser, that I have now for some days found myself shunned by all my acquaintance. If I knock at a door, no body is at home; if I enter a cosfee-house, I have the box to myself. I live in the town like a lion in his desert, or an eagle on his rock, too great for friendship or society, and condemned to solitude, by unhappy elevation, and dreaded ascendency.

Nor is my character only formidable to others, but burdensome to myself. I naturally love to talk without much thinking, to scatter my merriment at random, and to relax my thoughts with ludicrous remarks and fancisul images; but such is now the importance of my opinion, that I am asraid to offer it, lest, by being established too hastily into a maxim,

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it should be the occasion of error to half the nation i and such is the expectation with which I am attended, when I am going to speak, that I frequently pause to reflect whether what I am about to utter U worthy of myself.

This, Sir, is sufficiently miserable; but there are still greater calamities behind. You must have read in Pope and Swist how men of parts have had their clofets rifled, and their cabinets broke open, at the instigation of piratical booksellers, for the profit of their works; and it is apparent, that there are irony prints now fold in the shops, of men whom you cannot suspect of sitting for that purpofe, and whole likenesses must have been certainly stolen when their names made their faces vendible. These considerations at first put me on my guard, and I have, indeed, found sufficient reason for my caution, for I have discovered many people examining my countenance, with a curiofity that shewed their intention to draw it; I immediately lest the house, but find the fame behaviour in another.:

Others may be persecuted, but I am haunted; I have good reason to believe that eleven painters are now dogging me, for they know that he who can get my face first will make his fortune. I often change my wig, and wear roy hat over my eyes, by which I hope somewhat to consound them; for you know it is not fair to fell my face, without admitting me to share the prosit.

I am, however, not so much in pain for my face as for my papers; which I dare neither carry with me nor leave behind. I have, indeed, taken some measures for their preservation, having put them in

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