more acceptable to the taste of the town, men who have genius would bend their studies to excel in them."[40] Still more remarkable are the allusions to “Paradise Lost,” for Milton was then even less appreciated than Shakespeare.  As in so many other things, Addison’s more elaborate criticism in the Spectator was foreshadowed in the Tatler by Steele; and the comparison of passages by Milton and Dryden[41] must have been very striking to the reader of that time, who usually knew Shakespeare or Chaucer only through the adaptations of Dryden or Tate.

Though it is not true, as some have represented, that the Tatler is for the most part a mere society journal, concerned chiefly with the gossip of the day, yet its contributors made use of the scenes and events familiar to their readers in order to bring home the kindly lessons they wished to teach; and in so doing they have given us a picture of the daily life of the town which would alone have given lasting interest to the paper.  The distinctly “moral” papers have had countless imitators, and sometimes therefore they are apt to pall upon us, but the social articles are at least as interesting now as when they were written, and one of the reasons why some excellent judges have prefered the Tatler to the Spectator, is that there is a greater proportion of these gossiping papers, combining wisdom with satire, and bringing before us as in a mirror the London of Queen Anne’s day.  Bickerstaff takes us from club to coffee-house, from St. James’s to the Exchange; we see the poets and wits at Will’s, the politicians at White’s, the merchants at Garraway’s, the Templars at the Smyrna; we see Betterton and the rest on the stage, and the ladies and gentlemen in the front or side boxes; we see Pinkethman’s players at Greenwich, Powell’s puppet-show, Don Saltero’s Museum at Chelsea, and the bear-baiting and prize-fights at Hockley-in-the-Hole.  We are taken to the Mall at St. James’s, or the Ring in Hyde Park, and we study the fine ladies and the beaux, with their red heels and their amber-headed canes suspended from their waistcoats; or we follow them to Charles Lillie’s, the perfumer, or to Mather’s toy-shop, or to Motteux’s china warehouse; or to the shops in the New Exchange, where the men bought trifles and ogled the attendants.  Or yet again we watch the exposure of the sharpers and bullies, and the denunciation of others who brought even greater ruin on those who fell into their clutches.  We see the worshipping and the flirtations in the church, with Smalridge and Atterbury, Hoadly and Blackall among the preachers, and hear something of the controversies between High and Low Church, Whig and Tory.  We hear, too, of the war with France, and of the hopes of peace.  Steele tells us not only of Marlborough and Prince Eugene, but of privates and non-commissioned officers, of their lives and tragedies, of their comrades and friends.  All Sergeant Hall knew of the battle