we may not pass by true Objects of Charity, or give
to Impostors. I looked out of my Window the other
Morning earlier than ordinary, and saw a blind Beggar,
an Hour before the Passage he stands in is frequented,
with a Needle and Thread, thriftily mending his
Stockings: My Astonishment was still greater,
when I beheld a lame Fellow, whose Legs were too
big to walk within an Hour after, bring him a Pot
of Ale. I will not mention the Shakings, Distortions,
and Convulsions which many of them practise to gain
an Alms; but sure I am, they ought to be taken Care
of in this Condition, either by the Beadle or the
Magistrate. They, it seems, relieve their Posts
according to their Talents. There is the Voice
of an old Woman never begins to beg ’till
nine in the Evening, and then she is destitute of
Lodging, turned out for want of Rent, and has the same
ill Fortune every Night in the Year. You should
employ an Officer to hear the Distress of each Beggar
that is constant at a particular Place, who is ever
in the same Tone, and succeeds because his Audience
is continually changing, tho’ he does not alter
his Lamentation. If we have nothing else for
our Money, let us have more Invention to be cheated
with. All which is submitted to your Spectatorial
Vigilance: and I am, SIR, Your most humble
Servant.
SIR,
I was last Sunday highly transported at our Parish-Church; the Gentleman in the Pulpit pleaded movingly in Behalf of the poor Children, and they for themselves much more forcibly by singing an Hymn; And I had the Happiness to be a Contributor to this little religious Institution of Innocents, and am sure I never disposed of Money more to my Satisfaction and Advantage. The inward Joy I find in my self, and the Good-will I bear to Mankind, make me heartily wish those pious Works may be encouraged, that the present Promoters may reap the Delight, and Posterity the Benefit of them. But whilst we are building this beautiful Edifice, let not the old Ruins remain in View to sully the Prospect: Whilst we are cultivating and improving this young hopeful Offspring, let not the ancient and helpless Creatures be shamefully neglected. The Crowds of Poor, or pretended Poor, in every Place, are a great Reproach to us, and eclipse the Glory of all other Charity. It is the utmost Reproach to Society, that there should be a poor Man unrelieved, or a poor Rogue unpunished. I hope you will think no Part of Human Life out of your Consideration, but will, at your Leisure, give us the History of Plenty and Want, and the natural Gradations towards them, calculated for the Cities of London and Westminster. I am, SIR, Your most Humble Servant, T. D.
Mr. SPECTATOR,