At the very upper end of this handsome Structure I saw the Portraiture of two young Men standing in a River, the one naked, the other in a Livery.  The Person supported seemed half dead, but still so much alive as to shew in his Face exquisite Joy and Love towards the other.  I thought the fainting Figure resembled my Friend Sir ROGER; and looking at the Butler, who stood by me, for an Account of it, he informed me that the Person in the Livery was a Servant of Sir ROGER’S, who stood on the Shore while his Master was swimming, and observing him taken with some sudden Illness, and sink under Water, jumped in and saved him.  He told me Sir ROGER took off the Dress he was in as soon as he came home, and by a great Bounty at that time, followed by his Favour ever since, had made him Master of that pretty Seat which we saw at a distance as we came to this House.  I remember’d indeed Sir ROGER said there lived a very worthy Gentleman, to whom he was highly obliged, without mentioning anything further.  Upon my looking a little dissatisfy’d at some Part of the Picture my Attendant informed me that it was against Sir ROGER’S Will, and at the earnest Request of the Gentleman himself, that he was drawn in the Habit in which he had saved his Master.

R.

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No. 108.  Wednesday, July 4, 1711.  Addison.

      ‘Gratis anhelans, multa agendo nihil agens.’

      Phaed.

As I was Yesterday Morning walking with Sir ROGER before his House, a Country-Fellow brought him a huge Fish, which, he told him, Mr. William Wimble had caught that very Morning; and that he presented it, with his Service to him, and intended to come and dine with him.  At the same Time he delivered a Letter, which my Friend read to me as soon as the Messenger left him.

  Sir ROGER,

’I desire you to accept of a Jack, which is the best I have caught this Season.  I intend to come and stay with you a Week, and see how the Perch bite in the Black River.  I observed with some Concern, the last time I saw you upon the Bowling-Green, that your Whip wanted a Lash to it; I will bring half a dozen with me that I twisted last Week, which I hope will serve you all the Time you are in the Country.  I have not been out of the Saddle for six Days last past, having been at Eaton with Sir John’s eldest Son.  He takes to his Learning hugely.  I am, SIR, Your Humble Servant, Will.  Wimble. [1]’

This extraordinary Letter, and Message that accompanied it, made me very curious to know the Character and Quality of the Gentleman who sent them; which I found to be as follows. Will.  Wimble is younger Brother to a Baronet, and descended of the ancient Family of the Wimbles.  He is now between Forty and Fifty; but being bred to no Business and born to no Estate, he generally lives with his elder