punctually their whole series of employments, during that space of time. This kind of self-examination would give them a true state of themselves, and incline them to consider seriously what they are about. One day would rectify the omissions of another, and make a man weigh all those indifferent actions, which, though they are easily forgotten, must certainly be accounted for.

L.

No. 323. TUESDAY, MARCH 11.

Modo vir, modo fœmina

VIRG.1

Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman.

THE journal with which I presented my reader on Tuesday last, has brought me in several letters, with accounts of many private lives cast into that form. I have the Rake's Journal, the Sot's Journal, the Whore-master's Journal, and among several others a very curious piece, entitled, 'The Journal of a Mohock.' By these instances I find that the intention of my last Tuesday's paper has been mistaken by many of my readers. I did not design so much to expose vice as idleness, and aimed at those persons who pass away their time rather in trifles and impertinence, than in crimes and immoralities. Offences of this latter kind are not to be dallied with, or treated in so ludicrous a manner. In short, my journal only holds up folly to the light, and shews the disagreeableness of such actions as are indifferent in themselves, and blameable only as they proceed from creatures endowed with reason.

1 Supposed to have been quoted from memory, instead of the following lines:

Et juvenis quondam, nunc fœmina.

Æn. vi. 448.

A man before, now to a woman chang'd.-C.

My following correspondent, who calls herself Clarinda, is such 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 susceptible of either, were there proper pains taken with her. Had her journal been filled with gallantries, or such occurrences as had shewn her wholly divested of her natural innocence, notwithstanding it might have been more pleasing to the generality of readers, I should not have published it; but as it is only the picture of a life filled with a fashionable kind of gaiety and laziness, I shall set down five days of it, as I have received it from the hand of my correspondent.

"DEAR MR. SPECTATOR,

"You having set your readers an exercise in one of your last week's papers, I have performed mine according to your orders, and herewith send it you enclosed. You must know, Mr. Spectator, that I am a maiden lady of a good fortune, who have had several matches offered me for these ten years last past, and have at present warm applications made to me by 'A Very Pretty fellow.' As I am at my own disposal, I come up to town every winter, and pass my time in it after the manner you will find in the following journal, which I began to write upon the very day after your Spectator upon that subject.

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TUESDAY night. Could not go to sleep till one in the morning for thinking of my journal.

WEDNESDAY. From eight to ten. Drank two dishes of chocolate in bed, and fell asleep after them.

From ten to eleven. Eat a slice of bread and butter, drank a dish of bohea, read the Spectator.

IV. Tatler, Nos. 21-24.-C.

From eleven to one. At my toilette, tried a new head. Gave orders for Veny to be combed and washed. Mem. I look best in blue.

From one till half an hour after two. Drove to the 'Change. Cheapened a couple of fans.

Till four. At dinner. Mem. Mr. Froth passed by in his new liveries.

From four to six. Dressed, paid a visit to old Lady Blithe and her sister, having before heard they were gone out of town that day.

From six to eleven. At basset. Mem. Never set again the ace of diamonds.

upon

THURSDAY. From eleven at night to eight in the morning. Dreamed that I punted' to Mr. Froth.

From eight to ten.

zebe2 abed.

From ten to eleven. dle's Cupid for Veny. from Mr. Froth.

Mem.

Chocolate. Read two acts in Auren

Tea-table. Sent to borrow Lady FadRead the play-bills. Received a letter Locked it up in my strong box. Fontange, the tire-woman, her account

Rest of the morning. of my Lady Blithe's wash.

Broke a tooth in my little tortoise

shell comb. Sent Frank to know how my Lady Hectick rested after her monkey's leaping out at window.

Looked pale. Fon

tange tells me my glass is not true. Dressed by three.

Mr. Froth's opinion His fancy for a pin

From three to four. Dinner cold before I sat down. From four to eleven. Saw company. of Milton. His account of the Mohocks. cushion. Picture in the lid of his snuff-box. promises me her woman to cut my hair. crimp.

Old Lady Faddle Lost five guineas at

A term in the game of Basset.-C. "A tragedy by Dryden.—C.

My following correspondent, who calls herself Clarinda, is such 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 susceptible of either, were there proper pains taken with her. Had her journal been filled with gallantries, or such occurrences as had shewn her wholly divested of her natural innocence, notwithstanding it might have been more pleasing to the generality of readers, I should not have published it; but as it is only the picture of a life filled with a fashionable kind of gaiety and laziness, I shall set down five days of it, as I have received it from the hand of my correspondent.

"DEAR MR. SPECTATOR,

"You having set your readers an exercise in one of your last week's papers, I have performed mine according to your orders, and herewith send it you enclosed. You must know, Mr. Spectator, that I am a maiden lady of a good fortune, who have had several matches offered me for these ten years last past, and have at present warm applications made to me by A Very Pretty fellow.' As I am at my own disposal, I come up to town every winter, and pass my time in it after the manner you will find in the following journal, which I began to write upon the very day after your Spectator upon that subject.

TUESDAY night. Could not go to sleep till one in the morning for thinking of my journal.

WEDNESDAY. From eight to ten. Drank two dishes of chocolate in bed, and fell asleep after them.

From ten to eleven. Eat a slice of bread and butter, drank a dish of bohea, read the Spectator.

'V. Tatler, Nos. 21-24.-C.

From eleven to one. At my toilette, tried a new head. Gave orders for Veny to be combed and washed. Mem. I look best in blue.

From one till half an hour after two. Drove to the 'Change. Cheapened a couple of fans.

Till four. At dinner. Mem. Mr. Froth passed by in his new liveries.

From four to six. Dressed, paid a visit to old Lady Blithe and her sister, having before heard they were gone out of town that day.

From six to eleven. At basset. Mem. upon the ace of diamonds.

Never set again

THURSDAY. From eleven at night to eight in the morning. Dreamed that I punted' to Mr. Froth.

From eight to ten.

zebe2 abed.

From ten to eleven. dle's Cupid for Veny. from Mr. Froth. Mem.

Chocolate. Read two acts in Auren

Tea-table. Sent to borrow Lady FadRead the play-bills. Received a letter Locked it up in my strong box. Fontange, the tire-woman, her account

Rest of the morning. of my Lady Blithe's wash. Broke a tooth in my little tortoiseshell comb. Sent Frank to know how my Lady Hectick rested after her monkey's leaping out at window. Looked pale. Fontange tells me my glass is not true. Dressed by three.

From three to four. From four to eleven. Saw company. of Milton. His account of the Mohocks. cushion. Picture in the lid of his snuff-box. promises me her woman to cut my hair. crimp.

Dinner cold before I sat down.

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Mr. Froth's opinion His fancy for a pin

Old Lady Faddle Lost five guineas at

A term in the game of Basset.-C. "A tragedy by Dryden.-C.