her countrymen, and awake him on occasions to consult his safety. In this manner did the lovers pass away their time, till they had learned a language of their own, in which the voyager communicated to his mistress how happy he should be to have her in his own country, where she should be clothed in such silks as his waistcoat was made of, and be carried in houses drawn by horses, without being exposed to wind and weather. All this he promised her the enjoyment of, without such fears and alarms as they were tormented with. In this tender correspondence these lovers lived for several months, when Yarico, instructed by her lover, discovered a vessel on the coast, to which she made signals; and in the night, with the utmost joy and satisfaction, accompanied him to a ship's crew of his countrymen, bound for Barbadoes. When a vessel from the main arrives in that island, it seems the planters come down to the shore, where there is an immediate market of the Indians and other slaves, as with us of horses and oxen. To be short, Mr Thomas Inkle, now coming into English territories, began seriously to reflect upon his loss of time, and to weigh with himself how many days interest of his money he had lost during his stay with Yarico. This thought made the young man very pensive, and careful what account he should be able to give his friends of his voyage. Upon which consideration, the prudent and frugal young man sold Yarico to a Barbadian merchant; notwithstanding the poor girl, to commiserate her condition, told him that she was with child by him; but he only made use of that information to rise in his demands upon the purchaser. (From the Spectator, No. 11.) Richard Ligon, a London Royalist merchant ruined by the Civil War, undertook at sixty to begin life anew in the West Indies, sailed to Barbadoes in 1647, and, driven home by ill-health in three years, was by his creditors clapped in prison, where he wrote his History of the Barbadoes (1657; new ed. 1673). There Steele (who had financial interests in the West Indies, through his wife) found the bones of poor Yarico's story; but the novelette is mainly Steele's own creation. Inkle (named from an old word for a kind of tape) is entirely his invention, and is unkindly made to sail by the ship Ligon was passenger on; it was Steele also, not Ligon, who discovered nightingales in Barbadoes! From the Spectator the story found its way into such compilations as Knox's Elegant Extracts and Masson's Collection, where Burns knew it ere he had the chance of seeing at Dumfries in 1794 the 'opera' or musical comedy of Inkle and Yarico, by George Colman the younger. In the Spectator form the tale attracted notice on the Continent also; was retold in German by Gellert, by Bodmer, and by Gessner; and had its share in securing a victory for the Swiss or Natural school over the Leipzig school of French sympathies and formal standards. The Quaker in the Stage-coach. Having notified to my good friend Sir Roger that I should set out for London the next day, his horses were ready at the appointed hour in the evening; and attended by one of his grooms, I arrived at the county town at twilight, in order to be ready for the stage-coach the day following. As soon as we arrived at the inn, the servant, who waited upon me, inquired of the chamberlain in my hearing what company he had for the coach? The fellow answered, Mrs Betty Arable the great fortune, and the widow her mother; a recruiting officer, who took a place because they were to go; young Squire Quickset her cousin, that her mother wished her to be married to; Ephraim the quaker, her guardian; and a gentleman that had studied himself dumb from Sir Roger de Coverley's. I observed by what he said of myself, that according to his office he dealt much in intelligence; and doubted not but there was some foundation for his reports of the rest of the company, as well as for the whimsical account he gave of me. The next morning at day-break we were all called; and I, who know my own natural shyness, and endeavour to be as little liable to be disputed with as possible, dressed immediately, that I might make no one wait. The first preparation for our setting out was, that the captain's half-pike was placed near the coachman, and a drum behind the coach. In the mean time the drummer, the captain's equipage, was very loud that none of the captain's things should be placed so as to be spoiled; upon which his cloke-bag was fixed in the seat of the coach: and the captain himself, according to a frequent though invidious behaviour of military men, ordered his man to look sharp, that none but one of the ladies should have the place he had taken fronting the coach-box. We were in some little time fixed in our seats, and sat with that dislike which people not too good-natured usually conceive of each other at first sight. The coach jumbled us insensibly into some sort of familiarity: and we had not moved above two miles, when the widow asked the captain what success he had in his recruiting? The officer, with a frankness he believed very graceful, told her, 'that indeed he had but very little luck, and had suffered much by desertion, therefore should be glad to end his warfare in the service of her or her fair daughter. In a word, continued he, I am a soldier, and to be plain is my character: you see me, madam, young, sound, and impudent; take me yourself, widow, or give me to her; I will be wholly at your disposal. I am a soldier of fortune, ha!' This was followed by a vain laugh of his own, and a deep silence of all the rest of the company. I had nothing left for it but to fall fast asleep, which I did with all speed. Come, said he, resolve upon it, we will make a wedding at the next town: we will awake this pleasant companion who is fallen asleep, to be the bride-man,' and, giving the quaker a clap on the knee, he concluded, 'This sly saint, who, I will warrant, understands what is what as well as you or I, widow, shall give the bride as father.' The quaker, who happened to be a man of smartness, answered, 'Friend, I take it in good part that thou hast given me the authority of a father over this comely and virtuous child; and I must assure thee, that if I have the giving her, I shall not bestow her on thee. Thy mirth, friend, savoureth of folly: thou art a person of a light mind; thy drum is a type of thee, it soundeth because it is empty. Verily, it is not from thy fulness, but thy emptiness that thou hast spoken this day. Friend, friend, we have hired this coach in partnership with thee, to carry us to the great city; we cannot go any other way. This worthy mother must hear thee if thou wilt needs utter thy follies; we cannot help it, friend, I say: if thou wilt, we must hear thee; but if thou wert a man of understanding, thou wouldst not take advantage of thy courageous countenance to abash us children of peace. Thou art, thou sayest, a soldier; give quarter to us, who cannot resist thee. Why didst thou fleer at our friend, who feigned himself asleep? he said nothing; but how dost thou know what he containeth? If thou speakest improper things in the hearing of this virtuous young virgin, consider it as an outrage against a distressed person that cannot get from thee: to speak indiscreetly what we are obliged to hear, by being hasped up with thee in this public vehicle, is in some degree assaulting on the high road.' Here Ephraim paused, and the captain with an happy and uncommon impudence, which can be convicted and support itself at the same time, cries, Faith, friend, I thank thee; I should have been a little impertinent if thou hadst not reprimanded me. Come, thou art, I see, a smoky [knowing] old fellow, and I will be very orderly the ensuing part of my journey. I was going to give myself airs, but, ladies, I beg pardon.' The captain was so little out of humour, and our company was so far from being soured by this little ruffle, that Ephraim and he took a particular delight in being agreeable to each other for the future, and assumed their different provinces in the conduct of the company. Our reckonings, apartments, and accommodation fell under Ephraim; and the captain looked to all disputes on the road, as the good behaviour of our coachman, and the right we had of taking place as going to London of all vehicles coming from thence. The occurrences we met with were ordinary, and very little happened which could entertain by the relation of them; but when I considered the company we were in, I took it for no small good-fortune that the whole journey was not spent in impertinences, which to the one part of us might be an entertainment, to the other a suffering. What therefore Ephraim said when we were almost arrived at London, had to me an air not only of good understanding but good breeding. Upon the young lady's expressing her satisfaction in the journey, and declaring how delightful it had been to her, Ephraim delivered himself as follows: "There is no ordinary part of human life which expresseth so much a good mind, and a right inward man, as his behaviour upon meeting with strangers, especially such as may seem the most unsuitable companions to him such a man, when he falleth in the way with persons of simplicity and innocence, however knowing he may be in the ways of men, will not vaunt himself thereof; but will the rather hide his superiority to them, that he may not be painful unto them. My good friend, continued he, turning to the officer, thee and I are to part by and by, and peradventure we may never meet again but be advised by a plain man; modes and apparel are but trifles to the real man, therefore do not think such a man as thyself terrible for thy garb, nor such a one as me contemptible for mine. When two such as thee and I meet with affections as we ought to have towards each other, thou shouldst rejoice to see my peaceful demeanour, and I should be glad to see thy strength and ability to protect me in it.' (From The Spectator, No. 132.) There are biographies of Steele by Austin Dobson (1886) and G. A. Aitken (1889), the latter of whom has also published an edition of his plays (1893). An annotated selection from his periodical essays was issued in 1885 by the Clarendon Press. There are recent annotated editions of the Tatler, in 8 vols., by G. A. Aitken (1898), and of the Spectator, in 1 vol., by Henry Morley (1868); G. Gregory Smith, in 8 vols (1897-98); and G. A. Aitken, in 8 vols. (1898). ROBERT AITKEN. Ambrose Philips (c. 1675–1749) was one of the poets of the day whom Addison's friendship and Pope's enmity raised to temporary importance. Born in Shropshire of Leicestershire ancestry, and educated at St John's College, Cambridge, he made his appearance as a poet in the same year and in the same volume as Pope-the Pastorals of Philips being the first poem, and the Pastorals of Pope the last, in Tonson's Miscellany for 1709. Tickell praised Philips's Pastorals as the finest in the language, and Pope resented this absurd depreciation of his own poetry by an ironical paper in the Guardian. Pretending to criticise the rival Pastorals and compare them, Pope gives the preference to Philips, but quotes all his worst passages as his best, and places by the side of them his own finest lines, which he says want rusticity and deviate into downright poetry. Philips felt the satire keenly, and even vowed to take personal vengeance on his adversary by whipping him with a rod which he hung up for the purpose in Button's Coffee-House. Pope, faithful to the maxim that a man never forgives another whom he has injured, continued to pursue Philips with hatred and satire to the close of his life. The pastoral poet had the good sense not to enter the lists with his formidable assailant, and his character and talents soon procured him public employment. In 1715 he was appointed a commissioner for the Lottery; he was afterwards secretary to the Primate of Ireland, and sat for County Armagh in the Irish Parliament. In 1734 he was made registrar of the Prerogative Court. From these appointments, Philips was able to purchase an annuity of £400 per annum, with which he hoped, as Johnson says, 'to pass some years of life [in England] in plenty and tranquillity; but his. hope deceived him: he was struck with a palsy, and died June 18, 1749.' The Pastorals of Philips. are but poor things on the whole; but Goldsmith eulogised the opening of his Epistle to the Earl of Dorset as 'incomparably fine'—a judgment Mr Gosse contradicts, while Mr Leslie Stephen thinks the genuine description of nature quite remarkable for the time. His rendering of a fragment of Sappho was voted so excellent that Addison. was thought to have assisted in its composition : Fragment from Sappho. Softly speak and sweetly smile. 'Twas this deprived my soul of rest, My bosom glowed; the subtle flame In dewy damps my limbs were chilled, I fainted, sunk, and died away. Philips, who translated also from Pindar and Anacreon, produced three tragedies, but only one -The Distressed Mother, from the Andromaque of Racine-was successful, and was praised by Addison in the Spectator; he wrote in the Whig journal The Freethinker (1718-19), which was his own venture, and he translated some Persian tales. A series of short complimentary pieces, by which Philips paid court, as Johnson says, 'to all ages and characters, from Walpole, the steerer of the realm, to Miss Pulteney in the nursery,' procured him the nickname of Namby Pamby from Harry Carey (see page 330 below), a nickname cordially adopted by Pope as suited to Philips's 'eminence in the infantile style.' Of Philips's own achievement in the namby-pamby rhythm, the 'Dimply damsel, sweetly smiling,' addressed to Miss Margaret Pulteney, is one good example, and this is another: To Miss Charlotte Pulteney, in her Mother's Arms. To the mother linnet's note And thou shalt in thy daughter see Epistle to the Earl of Dorset. The starving wolves along the main sea prowl, And yet but lately have I seen, even here, The brittle forest into atoms flies; The crackling wood beneath the tempest bends, And journeys sad beneath the dropping trees: Through fragrant bowers and through delicious meads; His wandering feet the magick paths pursue, And woods, and wilds, and thorny ways appear: A tedious road the weary wretch returns, From the First Pastoral-'Lobbin.' If we, O Dorset, quit the city throng Begin. In unluxurious times of yore, 'Ah! well-a-day, how long must I endure To rocks and woods pour fourth my fruitless moan. Ere, lingering long, I perish through despair. Though not so fair, she would have proved more kind. And flowers, though left ungathered, will decay : His Poems were published by Ambrose Philips in 1748, and reappeared in 1765. He John Philips (1676–1709), author of The Splendid Shilling, which Addison pronounced 'the finest burlesque poem in the English language,' was the son of the vicar of Brampton in Oxfordshire, who was also Archdeacon of Salop. studied at Winchester and Christ Church, Oxford; his life, mainly devoted to literature, was cut short by consumption. His early love of Milton is reflected in all his poems. The Splendid Shilling, a mock-heroic poem in Miltonic blank verse, is not in the least designed disrespectfully to burlesque Milton, whom Philips reverenced. He wrote also a Tory celebration of the battle of Blenheim; but his most considerable effort in serious verse was Cyder, an imitation of Virgil's Georgics. The Splendid Shilling is a classic, read and reprinted while the other poems are forgotten. The Splendid Shilling. Happy the man who, void of cares and strife, A Splendid Shilling. He nor hears with pain Thus, while my joyless minutes tedious flow With looks demure and silent pace, a dun, Horrible monster! hated by gods and men, To my aerial citadel ascends. know With vocal heel thrice thundering at my gate, Of wood-hole; straight my bristling hairs erect Behind him stalks In durance strict detain him till, in form Of money, Pallas sets the captive free. Beware, ye debtors; when ye walk, beware, So pass my days. But when nocturnal shades But if a slumber haply does invade My weary limbs, my fancy's still awake; In vain; awake, I find the settled thirst The Lilybean shore, with hideous crush The crowding waves gush with impetuous rage, The mariners; death in their eyes appears; They stare, they lave, they pump, they swear, they pray. Vain efforts! still the battering waves rush in, Implacable; till, deluged by the foam, The ship sinks foundering in the vast abyss. Juniper's Magpie and the Town-hall were Oxford alehouses. Mundungus, for tobacco, is from Span. mondongo, tripe, paunch. Cestrian is a Latinised adjective for of Chester' or of Cheshire; Arvonia is Carnarvon; Maridunum, Carmarthen; Brechinia, Brecknock; Vaga, the Wye; Ariconium is Kenchester (possibly Ross); Massic, Setinian, and Falernian were old wines of Italy, beloved of the Romans. Arachne is the spider; John-apple, or apple-john, is a variety best for use when long preserved and shrivelled. Cronian, from Kronos, Saturn, means simply Arctic: Lilybean, from the promontory of Lilybæum at the western end of Sicily, is here used for Sicilian at large. Eustace Budgell (1686–1737) was a cousin of Addison, and from Trinity College, Oxford, entered the Temple. He accompanied Addison to Ireland as clerk, and afterwards rose to be Under-Secretary to the Lord Lieutenant and a member of the Irish Parliament. Thirty-seven numbers of the Spectator are ascribed to Budgell; Dr Johnson reported them to have been so much 'mended' by Addison as to be almost his own. No doubt in style and humour they resemble those of Addison; but it was probable enough that Budgell should have tried his best to imitate Addison. In 1717 Budgell, who was vain and vindictive, quarrelled with the Irish Secretary, and wrote pamphlets on his grievances; the result of which was his dismissal from office and return to England. He lost a fortune in the South Sea Scheme, in a series of law-suits, and in attempts to gain a seat in the English House of Commons, and subsequently figured principally as a pamphleteer writer for the Craftsman and Grub Street hack, being at times 'disordered in his senses.' His declining reputation suffered a mortal blow by a charge of having forged a testament in his own favour. By the will of Dr Matthew Tindal, the deist, it appeared (1733) that a legacy of £2000 had been left to Budgell. The will was set aside and the unhappy author disgraced. To this Pope alludes in the couplet : Let Budgell charge low Grub Street on my quill, In May 1737 this wretched man, involved in debts and difficulties, and dreading an execution in his house, committed suicide by leaping from a boat while shooting London Bridge. On his desk was found a slip of paper, on which he had written: What Cato did, and Addison approved, Cannot be wrong. In this he misrepresented Addison, who made the dying Cato say: |