[The BEE, a weekly paper, commenced October the 6th, and The following is the Prospectus that first announced the Bee: periodical paper entitled- "THE BEE. Consisting of a variety of Essays on the Amusements, Follies, The Publisher begs leave to inform the public, that every twelve num- After the first week another paragraph appeared: "This day is published, &c., &c. Number II. of a new periodical paper The numbers were collected into a volume and published by THE BEE. No. I.-SATURDAY, OCTOBER 6, 1759. INTRODUCTION. Floriferis ut apes in saltibus omnia libant, Omnia nos itidem.-LUCRET.* THERE is not, perhaps, a more whimsically dismal figure in nature, than a man of real modesty who assumes an air of impudence; who, while his heart beats with anxiety, studies ease, and affects good humor. In this situation, however, a periodical writer often finds himself, upon his first attempt to address the public in form. All his power of pleasing is damped by solicitude, and his cheerfulness dashed-by apprehension. Impressed with the terrors of the tribunal before which he is going to appear, his natural humor turns to pertness, and for real wit he is obliged to substitute vivacity. His first publication draws a crowd; they part dissatisfied, and the author, never more to be indulged with a favorable hearing, is left to condemn the indelicacy of his own address, or their want of discernment. "as from the flow'ry field Th' industrious bee culls honey, we alike For my part, as I was never distinguished for address, and have often even blundered in making my bow, such bodings as these had like to have totally repressed my ambition. I was at a loss whether to give the public specious promises, or give none; whether to be merry or sad on this solemn occasion. If I should decline all merit, it was too probable the hasty reader might have taken me at my word. If, on the other hand, like laborers in the Magazine trade, I had, with modest impudence, humbly presumed to promise an epitome of all the good things that ever were said or written, this might have disgusted those readers I most desire to please. Had I been merry, I might have been censured as vastly low; and had I been sorrowful, I might have been left to mourn in solitude and silence in short, whichever way I turned, nothing presented but prospects of terror, despair, chandlers' shops, and waste paper. In this debate between fear and ambition, my publisher happening to arrive, interrupted for awhile my anxiety. Perceiving my embarrassment about making my first appearance, he instantly offered his assistance and advice: "You must know, sir,” says he, "that the republic of letters is at present divided into three classes. One writer, for instance, excels at a plan, or a titlepage, another works away the body of the book, and a third is a dab at an index. Thus a Magazine is not the result of any single man's industry; but goes through as many hands as a new pin, before it is fit for the public. I fancy, sir," continues he, "I can provide an eminent hand, and upon moderate terms, to draw up a promising plan to smooth up our readers a little, and pay them, as Colonel Charteris* paid his seraglio, at the rate of three halfpence in hand, and three shillings more in promises." * [The notorious Colonel Francis Charteris,-"a man infamous for all manner of vices," says Pope; who thus introduces him into his third Moral Essay He was proceeding in his advice; which, however, I thought proper to decline, by assuring him, that as I intended to pursue no fixed method, so it was impossible to form any regular plan; determined never to be tedious, in order to be logical, wherever pleasure presented, I was resolved to follow. Like the BEE, which I had taken for the title of my paper, I would rove from flower to flower, with seeming inattention, but concealed choice, expatiate over all the beauties of the season, and make my industry my amusement. This reply may also serve as an apology to the reader, who expects, before he sits down, a bill of his future entertainment. It would be improper to pall his curiosity by lessening his surprise, or anticipate any pleasure I am able to procure him, by saying what shall come next. Thus much, however, he may be assured of, that neither war nor scandal shall make any part of it. Homer finely imagines his deity turning away with horror from the prospect of a field of battle, and seeking tranquillity among a nation noted for peace and simplicity.* Happy could any effort of mine, but for a moment, repress that savage pleasure some men find in the daily accounts of human misery! How "Riches in effect, No grace of Heaven, or token of the Elect; Giv'n to the fool, the mad, the vain, the evil, Hogarth also has given him a conspicuous place in the first plate of his Harlot's Progress." He died in 1732. For the satirical epitaph on him by Arbuthnot, "Here continueth to rot," &c., see Pope's Works, vol. iii. p. 273, ed. 1806.] ["But now the god, remote, a heavenly guest, In Ethiopia graced the general feast; There on the world's extremest verge, rever'd With hecatombs and prayer in pomp preferr'd."-POPE: Odyss. 1. 1.] gladly would I lead them from scenes of blood and altercation, to prospects of innocence and ease, where every breeze breathes health, and every sound is but the echo of tranquillity. But whatever the merit of his intentions may be, every writer is now convinced that he must be chiefly indebted to good fortune for finding readers willing to allow him any degree of reputation. It has been remarked, that almost every character which has excited either attention or praise, has owed part of its success to merit, and part to a happy concurrence of circumstances in its favor. Had Cæsar or Cromwell exchanged countries, the one might have been a sergeant, and the other an exciseman. So it is with wit, which generally succeeds more from being happily addressed, than from its native poignancy. A bon-mot, for instance, that might be relished at White's, may lose all its flavor when delivered at the Cat and Bag-pipes in St. Giles's. A jest calculated to spread at a gaming-table, may be received with a perfect neutrality of face, should it happen to drop in a mackerelboat. We have all seen dunces triumph in such companies, when men of real humor were disregarded, by a general combination in favor of stupidity. To drive the observation as far as it will go, should the labors of a writer who designs his performances for readers of a more refined appetite, fall into the hands of a devourer of compilations, what can he expect but contempt and confusion! If his merits are to be determined by judges who estimate the value of a book from its bulk, or its frontispiece, every rival must acquire an easy superiority, who, with persuasive eloquence, promises four extraordinary pages of letter-press, or three beautiful prints, curiously colored from nature. But to proceed though I cannot promise as much entertainment, or as much elegance as others have done, yet the reader may be assured he shall have as much of both as I can. He |