The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 3,418 pages of information about The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3.

The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 3,418 pages of information about The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3.
time of rouzing and seeking after his Prey.  He always followed me in the Rear, and when I had run down a fat Buck, a wild Goat, or an Hare, after he had feasted very plentifully upon it himself, would now and then throw me a Bone that was but half picked for my Encouragement; but upon my Being unsuccessful in two or three Chaces, he gave me such a confounded Gripe in his Anger, that I died of it.
In my next Transmigration I was again set upon two Legs, and became an Indian Tax-gatherer; but having been guilty of great Extravagances, and being marry’d to an expensive Jade of a Wife, I ran so cursedly in debt, that I durst not shew my Head.  I could no sooner step out of my House, but I was arrested by some body or other that lay in wait for me.  As I ventur’d abroad one Night in the Dusk of the Evening, I was taken up and hurry’d into a Dungeon, where I died a few Months after.
My Soul then enter’d into a Flying-Fish, and in that State led a most melancholy Life for the space of six Years.  Several Fishes of Prey pursued me when I was in the Water, and if I betook my self to my Wings, it was ten to one but I had a flock of Birds aiming at me.  As I was one day flying amidst a fleet of English Ships, I observed a huge Sea-Gull whetting his Bill and hovering just over my Head:  Upon my dipping into the Water to avoid him, I fell into the Mouth of a monstrous Shark that swallow’d me down in an instant.
I was some Years afterwards, to my great surprize, an eminent Banker in Lombard-street; and remembring how I had formerly suffered for want of Money, became so very sordid and avaritious, that the whole Town cried shame of me.  I was a miserable little old Fellow to look upon, for I had in a manner starved my self, and was nothing but Skin and Bone when I died.
I was afterwards very much troubled and amazed to find my self dwindled into an Emmet.  I was heartily concerned to make so insignificant a Figure, and did not know but some time or other I might be reduced to a Mite if I did not mend my Manners.  I therefore applied my self with great diligence to the Offices that were allotted me, and was generally look’d upon as the notablest Ant in the whole Molehill.  I was at last picked up, as I was groaning under a Burden, by an unlucky Cock-Sparrow that lived in the Neighbourhood, and had before made great depredations upon our Commonwealth.
I then better’d my Condition a little, and lived a whole Summer in the Shape of a Bee; but being tired with the painful and penurious Life I had undergone in my two last Transmigrations, I fell into the other Extream, and turned Drone.  As I one day headed a Party to plunder an Hive, we were received so warmly by the Swarm which defended it, that we were most of us left dead upon the Spot.
I might tell you of many other Transmigrations which I went thro:  how I was a Town-Rake, and
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