the Chamberlain had looked over his Parcel, I heard
an old and a young Voice repeating the Questions and
Responses of the Church- Catechism. I thought
it no Breach of good Manners to peep at a Crevice,
and look in at People so well employed; but who should
I see there but the most artful Procuress in the Town,
examining a most beautiful Country-Girl, who had come
up in the same Waggon with my Things,
Whether she
was well educated, could forbear playing the Wanton
with Servants, and idle fellows, of which this Town,
says she,
is too full: At the same time,
Whether she knew enough of Breeding, as that if
a Squire or a Gentleman, or one that was her Betters,
should give her a civil Salute, she should curtsy and
be humble, nevertheless. Her innocent
forsooths,
yess, and’t please yous, and she would do her
Endeavour, moved the good old Lady to take her
out of the Hands of a Country Bumpkin her Brother,
and hire her for her own Maid. I staid till I
saw them all marched out to take Coach; the brother
loaded with a great Cheese, he prevailed upon her to
take for her Civilities to [his] Sister. This
poor Creatures Fate is not far off that of hers whom
I spoke of above, and it is not to be doubted, but
after she has been long enough a Prey to Lust she will
be delivered over to Famine; the Ironical Commendation
of the Industry and Charity of these antiquated Ladies[,
these] [3] Directors of Sin, after they can no longer
commit it, makes up the Beauty of the inimitable Dedication
to the
Plain-Dealer, [4] and is a Masterpiece
of Raillery on this Vice. But to understand all
the Purleues of this Game the better, and to illustrate
this Subject in future Discourses, I must venture my
self, with my Friend WILL, into the Haunts of Beauty
and Gallantry; from pampered Vice in the Habitations
of the Wealthy, to distressed indigent Wickedness
expelled the Harbours of the Brothel.
T.
[Footnote 1: [under in]]
[Footnote 2: fifty]
[Footnote 3: [. These]]
[Footnote 4: Wycherley’s Plain-Dealer
having given offence to many ladies, was inscribed
in a satirical billet doux dedicatory To My
Lady B .]
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No. 267. Saturday, January 5,
1712. Addison.
Cedite Romani Scriptores, cedite Graii. [1]
Propert.
There is nothing in Nature [more irksome than] [2]
general Discourses, especially when they turn chiefly
upon Words. For this Reason I shall wave the
Discussion of that Point which was started some Years
since, whether Milton’s Paradise Lost
may be called an Heroick Poem? Those who will
not give it that Title, may call it (if they please)
a Divine Poem. It will be sufficient to
its Perfection, if it has in it all the Beauties of
the highest kind of Poetry; and as for those who [alledge
[3]] it is not an Heroick Poem, they advance no more
to the Diminution of it, than if they should say Adam
is not AEneas, nor Eve Helen.