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a mind which had not yet recovered its temper after so great a provocation. I present the reader with it as I received it, because I think it gives a lively idea of the affliction which a fond parent suffers on such an occasion. SIR,

-shire, July, 1713. The other day I went into the house of one of my tenants, whose wife was formerly a servant in our family, and (by my grandmother's kindness) had her education with my mother from her infancy; so that she is of a spirit and understanding greatly superior to those of her own rank. I found the poor woman in the utmost disorder of mind and attire, drowned in tears, and reduced to a condition that looked rather like stupidity than grief. She leaned upon her arm over a table, on which lay a letter folded


and directed to a certain nobleman, very famous in our parts for low intrigue, or (in plainer words) for debauching country girls ; in which number is the unfortunate daughter of my poor tenant, as I learn from the following letter written by her mother. I have sent you here a copy of it, which, made public in your paper, may perhaps furnish useful reflections to many men of figure and quality, who indulge themselves in a passion which they possess but in common with the vilest part of mankind."


Last night I discovered the injury you have done to my daughter. Heaven knows how long and piercing a torment that short-lived shameful pleasure of yours must bring upon me; upon me, from whom you never received any offence. This consideration alone should have deterred a noble mind from so base and ungenerous an act. But, alas ! what is all the grief that must be my share, in comparison of that with which you have requited her by whom you have been obliged ? loss of good name, anguish of heart, shame and infamy, are what must inevitably fall upon her, unless she gets over them by what is much worse, open impudence, professed lewdness, and abandoned prostitution. These are the returns you have made to her, for putting in your power all her livelihood and dependence, her virtue and reputation. O my lord, should my son have practised the like on one of your daughters !- 'I know you swell with indignation at the very mention of it, and would think he deserved a thousand deaths, should he make such an attempt upon the honour of your family. It is well, my lord. And is then the honour of your daughter, whom still, though it had been violated, you might have maintained in plenty, and even luxury, of greater moment to her, than to my daughter hers, whose only sustenance it was ? and must my son, void of all the advantages of a generous education, must he, I say, consider, and may your lordship be excused from all reflection ? Eternal contumely attend that guilty title which claims exemption from thought, and arrogates to its wearers the prerogative of brutes. Ever cursed be its false lustre, which could dazzle my poor daughter to her undoing. Was it for this that the exalted merits and godlike virtues of your great ancestor were honoured with a coronet, that it might be a pander to his posterity, and confer a privilege of dishonouring the innocent and defenceless ? at this rate the laws of rewards should be inverted, and he who is generous and good should be made a beggar and a slave; that industry and honest diligence may keep his posterity unspotted, and preserve them from ruining virgins, and making whole families unhappy. Wretchedness is now become my everlasting portion! Your crime, my lord, will draw perdition even upon my head. I

may not sue for forgiveness of my own failings and misdeeds, for I never can forgive yours ; but shall curse you with my dying breath, and at the last tremendous day shall hold forth in my arms my much wronged child, and call aloud for vengeance on her defiler. Under these present horrors of mind, I could be content to be your chief tormentor, ever paying you mock reverence, and sounding in your ears, to your unutterable loathing, the empty title which inspired you with presumption to tempt, and overawed my daughter to comply.

Thus have I given some vent to my sorrow, nor fear I to awaken you to repentance, so that your sin may be forgiven: the divine laws have been broken, but much injury, irreparable injury, has been also done to me, and the just Judge will not pardon that until I do.

“My lord, Your conscience will help you to my name.”

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No. 124. MONDAY, AUGUST 3.

Quid fremat in terris violentius ? Juv.

More Roarings of the Lion. “ MR. GUARDIAN,

Before I proceed to make you my proposals, it will be necessary to inform you, that an uncommon ferocity in my countenance, together with the remarkable flatness of my nose, and extent of my mouth, have long since procured me the name of Lion in this our university.

“ The vast emolument that, in all probability, will accrue to the public from the roarings of my new-erected likeness at Button's, hath made me desirous of being as like him in that part of his character as I am told I already am in all parts of my person. Wherefore I most humbly propose to you, that (as it is impossible for this one lion to roar either long enough or loud enough against all the things that are roar-worthy in these realms) you would appoint him a sublion, as a Præfectus Provinciæ, in every county in Great Britain, and 'tis my request, that I may be instituted his under-roarer in this university, town, and county of Cambridge, as my resemblance does, in some measure, claim that I should.

“I shall follow my metropolitan's example in roaring only against those enormities that are too slight and trivial for the notice or censures of our magistrates, and shall communicate my roarings to him monthly, or oftener if occasion requires, to be inserted in your papers cum privilegio.

I shall not omit giving informations of the improvement or decay of punning, and may chance to touch upon the rise and fall of tuckers; but I will roar aloud and spare not, to the terror of, at present, a very flourishing society of people called Loungers, gentlemen whose observations are mostly itinerant, and who think they have already too much good sense of their own, to be in need of staying at home to read other people's.

“I have, sir, a raven, that shall serve, by way of Jackall, to bring me in provisions, which I shall chaw and prepare for the digestion of my principal; and I do hereby give notice to all under my jurisdiction, that whoever are willing

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to contribute to this good design, if they will affix their informations to the leg or neck of the aforesaid raven or jackall, they will be thankfully received by their (but more particularly

“Your) humble servant, From my Den, at

LEO THE SECOND." College, in Cambridge, July 29.

N. B. The raven won't bite.


Hearing that your unicorn is now in hand, and not questioning but his horn will prove a cornu-copiæ to you, I desire that in order to introduce it, you will consider the following proposal.

“My wife and I intend a dissertation upon horns; the province she has chosen is, the planting of them, and I am to treat of their growth, improvement, &c. The work is like to swell so much upon our hands, that I am afraid we shan't be able to bear the charge of printing it without a subscription, wherefore I hope you will invite the city into it, and desire those who have anything by them relating to that part of natural history, to communicate it to,

Sir, your humble servant,


66 SIR,

I humbly beg leave to drop a song into your lion's mouth, which will very truly make him roar like any nightingale. It is fallen into my hands by chance, and is a very fine imitation of the works of many of our English lyrics. It cannot but be highly acceptable to all those who admire the translations of Italian operas.

Oh the charming month of May !
Oh the charming month of May!
When the breezes fan the treeses
Full of blossoms fresh and gay-
Full, &c.

Oh what joys our prospects yield !
Charming joys our prospects yield !
In a new livery when we see every
Bush and meadow, tree and field-
Bush, &c.

Oh how fresh the morning air !
Charming fresh the morning air !
When the zephyrs and the heifers
Their odoriferous breath compare-
Their, &c.


Oh how fine our evening walk !
Charming fine our evening walk !
When the nighting-gale delighting
With her song suspends our talk
With her, &c.

Oh how sweet at night to dream!
Charming sweet at night to dream!
On mossy pillows, by the trilloes
Of a gentle purling stream-
Of a, &c.

Oh how kind the country lass !
Charming kind the country lass !
Who, her cow bilking, leaves her milking
For a green gown upon the grass-
For a, &c.

Oh how sweet it is to spy!
Charming sweet it is to spy !
At the conclusion her confusion,
Blushing cheeks, and down-cast eye-
Blushing, &c.

Oh the cooling curds and cream!
Charming cooling curds and cream!
When all is over she gives her lover !
Who on her skimming-dish carves her name-
Who on, &c.”

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July 30. I have always been very much pleased with the sight of those creatures, which being of a foreign growth, are brought into our island for show: I may say, there has not been a tiger, leopard, elephant, or hyghgeen, for some years past, in this nation, but I have taken their particular dimensions, and am able to give a very good description of them. But I must own, I never had a greater curiosity to visit

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