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Paris, than Pharaoh could when they croaked been so long attempting in vain. This learned in his bed-chamber. It was in the reign of man, with the hazard of his life, made a voyage this great monarch, that St. Patrick arrived in to Liverpool, where be filled several barrels with Ireland, being as famous for destroying vermin the choicest spawo of frogs that could be found as any rat-catcher of our times. If we may in those parts. This cargo he brought over very believe the tradition, he killed more in one carefully, and afterward dispused of it in several day than a flock of storks could have done in warm beds, that he thought most capable of a twelvemouth. From that time, for about bringing it to life. The doctor was a very five hundred years, there was not a frog to be ingenious physician and a very good protestant ; heard in Ireland, notwithstanding the bogs for which reason to show bis zeal against postill remained, which in former ages had been pery, he placed some of the most promising so plentifully stocked with those inbabitants. spawn in the very fountain that is dedicated

When the arts began to fourish in the to the saint, and known by the name of Saint reign of King Charles 11. and that great mo- Patrick's well, where these animals had the narch bad placed himself at the head of the impudence to make their first appearance. Royal Society, to lead them forward into the They have, since that time, very much indiscoveries of nature, it is said, that several creased and multiplied in all the neighbourhood proposals were laid before his majesty, for the of this city. We have here some curious enimporting of frogs into Ireland. In order to quirers into natural history, who observe their it, a virtuoso of known abilities was unani- motions with a design to compute in how many mously elected by the society, and intrusted years they will be able to hop from Dublin to with the whole management of that affair. Wexford; though, as I am informed, not one For this end he took along with him a sound of them has yet passed the mountains of able-bodied frog, of a strong hale constitution, Wicklow. that bad given proofs of his vigour by seve- 'I am further informed, that several graziers ral leaps that he made before that learned of the county of Cork bave entered into a probody. They took ship, and sailed together ject of planting a colony in those parts, at the until they came within sight of the bill of instance of the French protestants; and I know Howth, before the frog discovered any symp- not but the same design may be on foot in toms of being indisposed by his voyage : but, other parts of the kingdom, if the wisdom of as the wind chopped about, and began to blow the British nation do not think fit to probibit from the Irish coast, he grew sea-sick, or the further importation of English frogs. rather land-sick; for bis learned companion

"I am, Sir, ascribed it to the particles of the soil with

'Your most humble servant, which the wind was impregnated. He was

.T.B.' confirmed in his conjecture, when, upon the

There is no study more becoming a rational wind's turning about, his fellow-traveller sen

creature than tbat of natural philosophy; but, sibly recovered, and continued in good health as several of our modern virtuosi manage it, until bis arrival upon the shore, where he sud-their speculations do not so much tend to open denly relapsed, and expired upon a Ring's-end and enlarge the mind, as to contract and fix it car in his way to Dublin. The same experi- upon trifles. ment was repeated several times in that reigu, This in England is in a great measure owing but to do purpose. A frog was never known to the worthy elections that are so frequently to take three leaps upon Irish turf, before he made in our Royal Society. They seem to be stretched bimself out, and died.

in a confederacy against men of polite genius, Whether it were that the philosophers on

noble thought, and diffusive learning; and this side the water despaired of stocking the choose into their assemblies such as have no asland with this useful animal, or whether, in pretence to wisdom, but want of wit ; or to the following reign, it was not thought proper natural knowledge, but ignorance of every to undo the miracle of a popish saint; I do thing else. I bave made observations in this not bear of any further progress made in this matter so long, that when I meet with a young affair until about two years after the battle of fellow that is an humble admirer of these the Boyne.*

sciences, but more dull than the rest of the It was then that an ingenious physician, to company, I conclude him to be a Fellow of the the honour as well as improvement of his native Royal Society. country,+ performed what the English had

No. 237.) Saturday, October 14, 1710. * The battle of the Boyne was fought July 1, 1690.

In nova fert animus mutatos dicere formas + Sir Hans Sloane, who was of Scotch extraction, but a

Corpora. native of Ireland, seems to be the ingenions physician al

Of bodies chang'd to various forms I sing. Dryden. luced to here; but the hazardous voyage to Liverpool seems rather a stroke of homour than a matter of fact; or,

From my own Apartment, October 13. perhaps, it is an allusion to the doctor's voyage to Jamaica, ridiculed by Dr. William King, in his whimsical tract, in

COMING home last night before my usual titled,' A Voyage to the Island of Cajamai.'

hour, I took a book into my hand, in order to

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divert myself with it until bed-time. Milton ness in all the parts of ber behaviour. She chanced to be my author, whose admirable seemed to look upon man as an obscene creapoem of ‘ Paradise Lost' serves at once to fill ture, with a certain scorn and fear of him. In the mind with pleasing ideas, and with good the height of her airs I touched her gently with thoughts, and was therefore the most proper | my wand, when, to my unspeakable surprise, book for my purpose. I was amusing myself she fell in such a manner as made me blush in with that beautiful passage in which the poet my sleep. As I was hasting away from this represents Eve sleeping by Adam's side, with undisguised prude, I saw a lady in earnest the devil sitting at her ear, and inspiring evil discourse with anotber, and overheard her say, thoughts, under the shape of a toad. Ithuriel, with some vehemence, ' Never tell me of him, one of the guardian angels of the place, walk- for I am resolved to die a virgin!' I had a ing his nightly rounds, saw the great enemy of curiosity to try her; but, as soon as I laid my mankind bid in this loathsome animal, wbich wand upon her head, she immediately fell in he touched with his spear. This spear being labour. My eyes were diverted from her by a of a celestial temper, bad such a secret virtue man and his wife, who walked near me band in it, that whatever it was applied to, imme. in hand after a very loving manner. I gave diately Aung off all disguise, and appeared in each of them a gentle tap, and the next instant its natural figure. I am afraid the reader will saw the woman in breeches, and the man with not pardon me, if I content myself with ex- a fan in his hand. It would be tedious to deplaining the passage in prose, without giving scribe the long series of metamorphoses that I it in the author's own inimitable words: entertained myself with in my night's adven

ture, of whigs disguised in tories, and tories On he led his radiant files,

in whigs; men in red coats, that denounced Dazzling the morn. These to the bower direct, lu search of whom they sight. Hiru there they found,

terror in their countenances, trembling at the Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve;

touch of my spear; others in black, with peace Essaying by his devilish art to reach

in their mouths, but swords in their hands. I The organs of her fancy, and with them forge Illasions as he list, phantasmns and dreams;

could tell stories of noblemen changed into Or ir, inspiring venom, he inight taiut

usurers, and magistrates into beadles ; of freeThe anjinal spirits ( that from pure blood arise Like gentle breaths from rivers pure,) thence raise

thinkers into penitents, and reformers into At least distemper'l, discontented thoughts,

whore-masters. I must not, however, omit the Vain hopes, vain aims, inordinate desires,

mention of a grave citizen wbo passed by me Blown up with high conceits, engendering pride.

with a huge clasped bible under bis arm, and Him, thus intent, Ithuriel with his spear Tonch'd lightly ; for tro falsehood can endure

a band of a most immoderate breadth ; but, Tunch of celestial temper, but returns

upou a touch on the shoulder, he let drop bis Of force to his own likeness. Up he starts

book, and fell a-picking my pucket. Discover'd and surpris'd. As when a spark Lights on a heap of nitrons powder, laid

In the general I observed, that those wbo Fit for the tun, some magazine to store

appeared good, often disappointed my expecAgainst a rumour'd war, the smutty grain, With soilden blaze diffus’d, inflames the air;

tations ; but that, on the contrary, those who So started up in his own shape the fiend.

appeared very bad, still grew worse upon the

experiment; as the toad in Milton, which one I could not forbear thioking how bappy a would have thought the most deformed part man would be in the possession of this spear; of the creation, at Itburiel's stroke became or what an advantage it would be to a minister more deformed, and started up into a devil. of state were he master of such a white staff. Among all the persons that I touched, there It would help him to discover his friends from was but one who stood the test of my waod; his enemies, men of abilities from pretenders : and, after many repetitions of the stroke, stuck it would binder him from being imposed upon to his form, and remained steady and fixed in by appearances and professions; and might be his first appearance. This was a young man, made use of as a kind of state-test, which no whu boasted of foul distempers, wild debauches, artifice could elude.

insults upou holy men, aud affronts to religion. These thoughts made very lively impressions My heart was extremely troubled at this on my imagination, which were improved, in- vision. The contemplation of the whole spestead of being defaced, by sleep, and producedcies, so entirely suok in corruption, filled my in me the following dream: I was no sooner mind with a melancholy that is inexpressible, fallen asleep, but methought the angel Ithuriel and my discoveries still added to my afiliction, appeared to me, and, with a smile that still In the midst of these sorrows which I had in added to his celestial beauty, made me a pre my heart, methought there passed by me a seni of the spear which he held in his hand, couple of coaches with purple liveries. There and disappeared. To make trials of it, I went sat in each of them a person with a very veneinto a place of public resort.

rable aspect. At the appearance of them the The first person that passed by me, was a people, who were gathered round me in great lady that bad a particular shyness in the cast multitudes, divided into parties, as they were of her eye, and a more than ordinary reserved. | disposed to favour either of those reverend per

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suns. The enemies of one of them begged me bleatings of sheep, and very often embellished
to touch him with my wand, and assured me with a rainbow.
I should see his lawn converted into a cloak. Virgil's land-shower is likewise the best in
The opposite party told me with as much as its kind.' It is indeed a shower of consequence,
surance, that if I laid my wand upon the other, and contributes to the main design of the poem.
I should see bis garments embroidered with by cutting off a tedious ceremonial, and bring-
flower-de-luces, and his head covered with a sing matters to a speedy conclusion between
cardinal's hat. I made the experiment, and, two potentates of different sexes. My inge-
to my great joy, saw them both without any nious kinsman, Mr. Humphrey Wagstaff, who
change, distributing their blessings to the treats of every subject after a manner that no
people, and praying for those who had reviled other author has done, and better than any
them. Is it possible, thought I, that good other can do, has sent me the description of a
men, wbo are so few in number, should be city-shower. I do not question but the rea-
divided among themselves, and give better der remember's my cousin's description of the
quarter to the vicious that are in their party, morning as it breaks in town, which is printed
than the most strictly virtuous wbo are out of in the ninth Tatler, and is another exquisite
it? Are the ties of faction above those of reli- piece of this local poetry.
gion?--I was going on in my soliloquies, but

Careful obser vers may foreteil the hoor
some sudden accident awakened me, when I

(By sure prognostics) when to dread a shower; found my hand grasped, but my spear gone. While rain depends, the pensive cat gives o'er The reflection on so very odd a dream made me Her frolics, and pursues her tail no more.

Returning home at night, you'll find the sink figure to myself, what a strange face the world

Strike your offended sense with double stink, would bear, should all mankind appear in their If you be wise, then go not far to dine, proper shapes and characters, without hypo- You'll speud in coach-hire more than save in wine.

A coming shower yont shooting corns presage, crisy and disguise ? I am afraid the earth we

Old aches will throb, your bollow tooth will rage. live upon would appear to other intellectual Sauptering in coffee-house is Dalman seen ; beings no better than a planet peopled with

He damns the climate, and complains of spleen.

Meanwhile the south, rising with dabbled wings, monsters. This should, metbinks, inspire us

A suble cloud athwart the welkin flings,
with an bonest ambition of recommending our- That swill'd more liquor than it could contain,
selves to those invisible spies, and of being what

And, like a drunkard, gives it op again.

Brisk Susan whips ber linen from the rope, we would appear. There was one circumstance

While the first drizzling shower is borne aslope : in my foregoing dream, which I at first intended Such is that sprinkling which soine careless quean to conceal; but, upon second thoughts, I can- Flirts on you from her inop, but not so clean.

You lly, invoke the gods; then, turving, stop not look upon myself as a candid and impartial

To rail; she, singing, still whirls on her mop. historian, if I do not acquaint my reader, that Not yet the dust had shunnid th' unequal strife, upon taking Ithuriel's spear into my hand,

But, aideri by the wind, fouglit still for life,

And, wafted with its foe by violent gust,
though I was before an old decrepit fellow, I 'Twas doubtful which was rain, and which was dust.
appeared a very handsome, jolly, black man. Ah! where must needy poet seek for aid.

When dost and rain at once his coat invade?
But I know my enemies will say this is praising

His only coul, where dust, confus'd with rain,
my own beauty, for which reason I will speak Roughens the nap, and leaves a iningled stain?
no more of it.

Now in contiguous drops the flood comes down),
Threatening with reluge this devoted town.
To shops in crowds the daggled females fly,

Pretend to cheapen goods, but nothing bry.
No. 238.) Tuesday, October 17, 1710.

The templar spruce, while every spout's abroach,

Stays till 'tis fair, yet scems to call a coach.
Poëtica surgit

The luck'd-up sempstress walks with hasty strides,

While streams rou down her oil'd uinbrella's sides, Tempestus

Juv. Sat. xii. 23.

Here various kinds, by various fortones led,
Thus dreadful rises the poetic storm. R. Wynne. Commence acquaintance underneath a shed.

* Trinmpbant Tories and desponding Whigs
From my own Apartment, October 16.

Forget their feuds, and join to save their wigs.

Box'd in a chair, the beau impatient sits, STORMS at sea are so frequently described While spoats run clattering o'er llie roof by tits; by the ancient poets, and copied by the mo

And ever-and-anon with frightful din

The leather sounds; be trenibles from within.
derns, that whenever I find the winds begin

So when Troy.chairmen bure the woorden steed,
to rise in a new heroic poem, I generally skip Pregnant with Greeks impatient to be freed
a leaf or two until I come into fair weather. (Those bully Greeks, who, as the moderns do,

Iustead of paying chairmeu, run them through,)
Virgil's tempest is a master-piece in this kind,

Laocoon struck the outside with his spear,
and is indeed so naturally drawo, that one who And each imprison'a hero quak'd for fear.
has made a voyage can scarce read it without Now from all parts the swelling kennels flow,

And bear their trophies with them as they go :
being sea-sick. Land-showers are no less fre-
quent among the poets than the former, but
I remember none of them which have not fallen

* Allered, wben Pope published the Miscellanies, thus :

Sole coat; where dust cemented by the raiu in the country; for which reason they are ge- 'Erects the nap, and leaves a cloudy stain.' nerally filled with the lowings of oxen, and the + Written in the first year of the earl of Oxford's ministry.

Mecum certasse feretur?

(vid. Met. xiii. 20.

Filth of all hues and odoors seem to tel.

The scurrilous wretch goes on to say, that I What street they sail'd from, by their sight and smell. They, as each torrent drives, with rapid force,

am as bad as Tully. His words are these : From Smithfield or St. 'Pulchre's shape their course,

And yet the Tatler, in his paper of SeptemAnd in hage confluent join' at Snow-bill ridge,

ber the twenty-sixth, bas outdone him in both Fall from the coudnit, prone to Holborn-bridge.

He speaks of himself with more arrogance, and Sweepings from butchers stalls, dung, guts, and blood, Drown'd puppies, stiuking sprats, all drench'd in mud,

with more insolence of others. I am afraid, Dead cats and turnip-tops come tumbling dowa the flood." by his discourse, this gentleman has no more

read Plutarch than he has Tully. If be bad,

he would have observed a passage in that his. No. 239.] Thursday, October 19, 1710. torian, wherein he has, with great delicacy,

distinguished between two passions which are usually complicated in human nature, and

which an ordinary writer would not have Shall he contend with me to get a name?

thought of separating. Not having my Greek R. Wynne.

spectacles by me, I shall quote the passage

word for word as I find it translated to my From my own Apartment, October 18.

hand. “ Nevertheless, though he was intempeIt is ridiculous for any man to criticise on

rately fond of his own praise, yet he was very the works of another, who has not distinguished free from envying others, and most liberally bimself by his own performances. A judge profuse in commending both the ancients and would make but an indifferent figure who had his contemporaries, as is to be understood by never been known at the bar. Cicero was re

bis writings; and many of those sayings are puted the greatest orator of his age and coun; still recorded, as that concerning Aristotle, try, before he wrote a book ' De Oratore;' anů Horace the greatest poet, before he pub- Plato's dialogue,

“ that he was a river of flowing gold;" of

that if Jupiter were to lished his ' Art of Poetry. This observation speak, he would discourse as he did." Theoarises naturally in any one who casts his eye phrastus he was wont to call his peculiar deupon this last-mentioned author, where he will light; and being asked,

which of Demos. find the criticisms placed in the latter end of thenes his orations be liked best?" He answered, nis book, that is, after the finest odes and sa

The longest.” tires in the Latiu tongue.

And as for the eminent men of his own A modern, whose name I shall not mention, time, either for eloquence or philosophy, there because I would not make a silly paper sell,

was not one of them which he did not, by writ. was born a Critic and an Examiner, and, like ing or speaking favourably of, render more one of the race of the serpent's teeth, came

illustrious. into the world with a sword in his hand. His

Thus the critic tells us, that Cicero was exworks put me in mind of the story that is told cessively vain-glorious and abusive; Plutarch, of the German monk, who was taking a cata. that he was vain, but not abusive. Let the logue of a friend's library, and, meeting with reader believe which of them he pleases. a Hebrew book in it, entered it under the title

After this he complains to the world, that I of, ' A book that has the beginning where the call him names, and that, in my passion, I said end should be.' This author, in the last of his he was a flea, á louse, an owl, a bat, a small crudities, bas amassed together a heap of quo wit, a scribbler, and a nibbler. When he has tations, to prove that Horace and Virgil were thus bespoken his reader's pity, be falls into both of them modester men than myself; and ibat admirable vein of mirth, which I shall if his works were to live as long as mine, they set down at length, it being

an exquisite might possibly give posterity a notion, that piece of raillery, and written in great gayety Isaac Bickerstaff was a very conceited old fel- of heart. “After this list of names,' viz. flea, low, and as vain a man as either Tully or sir house, owl, bat, &c. 'I was surprised to hear Prancis Bacon. Had this serious writer fallen him say, that he has hitherto kept his temper upon me only, I could have overlooked it; but pretty well; I wonder how he will write when to see Cicero abused is, I must confess, what he has lost his temper! [ suppose, as he is I cannot bear. The censure he passes upon now very angry and unmannerly, he will then this great man runs thus: “ The itch of being be exceeding courteous and good-humoured.' very abusive is almost inseparable from vain. If I can outlive this raillery, I shall be able to glory.

Tully has these two faults in so bigh bear any thing. a degree, that nothing but bis being the best

There is a method of criticism made use of writer in the world can make amends for them.' by this author, for I shall take care how I call

him a scribbler again which may turn into ridi• These three last lines were intended to ridicule the cule any work that was ever written, wherein practice of modern poets, who make three lines rhyme to there is a variety of thoughts. This the reader more syllables longer than the rest, which they call an will observe in the following words: 'He,' Alexandrine.

meaning me, " is so intent upon being some.

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thing extraordinary, that he scarce kpows|I most heartily pity him; but at the same
what be would be; and is as fruitful in his time must put the Examiner in mind, that
similes as a brother of his whom I lately took notwithstanding he is a critic, he still ought
votice of. In the compass of a few lines be to remember he is a Christian. Poverty was
compares himself to a fox, to Daniel Burgess, never thought a proper subject for ridicule;
to tbe Knight of the Red Cross, to an oak with and I do not remember that I ever met with
ivy about it, and to a great man with an equi- a satire upon a beggar.
page.' I think myself as much honoured by As for those little retortings of my own ex-
being joined in this part of his paper with the pressions, of 'being dull by design, witty in
gentleman whom he here calls my brother, October, sbining, excelling,' and so forth; they
as I am in the beginning of it, by being men- are the common cavils of every witling, who
tioned with Horace and Virgil.

has no other method of showing his parts, but
It is very bard that a man cannot publish by little variations and repetitions of the man's
ten papers without stealing from himself; but words whom he attacks.
to show you that this is only a knack of writing, But the truth of it is, the paper before me,
and that the author is got into a certain road dot only in this particular, but in its very
of criticism, I sball set down his remarks on essence, is like Ovid's Echo,
the works of the gentleman whom he bere

-Quæ nec reticere loquenti, glances upon, as they stand in his sixth paper, Nec prior ipsa loqui didicit- Ovid. Met. iii. 357. and desire the reader to compare them with She who in other's words ber silence breaks, the foregoing passage upon mine.

Nor speaks berself but when another speaks. Addison. In thirty lines bis patron is a river, the

I should not have deserved the character of primum mobile, a pilot, a victim, the sun, any a Censor, bad I not animadverted upon the thing, and nothing. He bestows increase, above-mentioned author, by a gentle chastiseconceals bis source, makes the machine move, ment: but I know my reader will not pardon teaches to steer, expiates our offences, raises me, unless I declare, that nothing of this vapours, and looks larger as he sets.'

nature for the future, unless it be written with What poem can be safe from this sort of some wit, shall divert me from my care of the criticism? I think I was never in my life so

much offended, as at a wag whom I once met
with in a coffee-house. He had in his hand
one of the Miscellanies,' and was reading No. 240.] Saturday, October 21, 1710.
the following short copy of verses, which,

Ad populam phaleras.

Pers. Sat. ii. 30. without flattery to the author, is, I think, as beautiful in its kind as any one in the English

Such pageantry be to the people shown :

There boast thy horse's trappings, and thy own. tongue!

Flavia the least and slightest toy

From my own Apartment, October 20.
Can with resistless art employ.
This fan in meaver hands would prove

I do not remember that in any of my lucu-
An engine of small force in love ;

brations I have touched upon that useful Bat she, with such an air and mien,

science of physic, notwithstanding I have deNot to be told, or safely scen,

clared myself more than once a professor of Directs its wanton motions co, That it wounds more than Cupid's bow;

it. I have indeed joined the study of astrology Gives coolness to the matchless dame,

with it, because I never knew a physician 'fo every other breast a flame.

recommend himself to the public, who had When this coxcomb had done reading them, not a sister art to embellish his knowledge in ‘Hey-day!' says he, 'what instrument is this medicine. It has been commonly observed, that Flavia employs in such a manner as is not in compliment to the ingenious of our profesto be told, nor safely seen? In ten lines it is a sion, that Apollo was god of verse as well as toy, a cupid's bow, a fan, and an engine in physic; and, in all ages, the most celebrated love. It has wanton motions, it wounds, it practitioners of our country were the particular cools, and inflames.'

favourites of the nuses. Poetry to physic is Such criticisms make a man of sense sick, indeed like the gilding to a pill; it makes the and a fool merry.

art shine, and covers the severity of the doctor The next paragraph of the paper we are

with the agreeableness of the companion. talking of, falls upon some body whom I am

The very foundation of poetry is good sense, at a loss to guess at: but I find the whole if we may allow Horace to be a judge of the art. invective turns upon a man who, it seems, has

Scribendi rectè sapere est et principium et fons.

Hor. Ars Poet. 309. been imprisoned or debt.

Whoever he was,

Sach jadgment is the ground of writing well.

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* Dr. Atterbury was the author of this copy of verses ; and it has been commonly believed, that Mrs. Anne Old field was the lady here celebrated.

And if so, we have reason to believe, that the same man who writes well can prescribe well,

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