Journal to Stella, Sept. 14, 1710.]

[Footnote 2:[them]]

[Footnote 3:  Leopold the last was also Leopold the First.  He died May 6, 1705, and was succeeded by his eldest son, Joseph, who died while the Spectator was being issued, and had now been followed by his brother, the Archduke Charles, whose claim to the crown of Spain England had been supporting, when his accession to the German throne had not seemed probable.  His coronation as Charles VI. was, therefore, one cause of the peace.  Leopold, born in 1640, and educated by the Jesuits, became Emperor in 1658, and reigned 49 years.  He was an adept in metaphysics and theology, as well as in wood-turning, but a feeble and oppressive ruler, whose empire was twice saved for him; by Sobiesld from the Turks, and from the French by Marlborough.]

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No. 354.  Wednesday, April 16, 1712.  Steele.

 —­Cum magnis virtutibus affers
  Grande supercilium—­

  Juv.

  Mr. SPECTATOR,

You have in some of your Discourses describ’d most sorts of Women in their distinct and proper Classes, as the Ape, the Coquet, and many others; but I think you have never yet said anything of a Devotee.  A Devotee is one of those who disparage Religion by their indiscreet and unseasonable introduction of the Mention of Virtue on all Occasion[s]:  She professes she is what nobody ought to doubt she is; and betrays the Labour she is put to, to be what she ought to be with Chearfulness and Alacrity.  She lives in the World, and denies her self none of the Diversions of it, with a constant Declaration how insipid all things in it are to her.  She is never her self but at Church; there she displays her Virtue, and is so fervent in her Devotions, that I have frequently seen her Pray her self out of Breath.  While other young Ladies in the House are dancing, or playing at Questions and Commands, she reads aloud in her Closet.  She says all Love is ridiculous, except it be Celestial; but she speaks of the Passion of one Mortal to another with too much Bitterness, for one that had no Jealousy mixed with her Contempt of it.  If at any time she sees a Man warm in his Addresses to his Mistress, she will lift up her Eyes to Heaven, and cry, What Nonsense is that Fool talking?  Will the Bell never ring for Prayers?  We have an eminent Lady of this Stamp in our Country, who pretends to Amusements very much above the rest of her Sex.  She never carries a white Shock-dog with Bells under her Arm, nor a Squirrel or Dormouse in her Pocket, but always an abridg’d Piece of Morality to steal out when she is sure of being observ’d.  When she went to the famous Ass-Race (which I must confess was but an odd Diversion to be encouraged by People of Rank and Figure) it was not, like other Ladies, to hear those poor Animals bray, nor to see Fellows run naked, or to hear Country Squires in bob Wigs