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One of the clock in the afternoon.....Chid Ralph for mislaying my tobacco-box.

Two of the clock.....Sat down to dinner. Mem. Too many plums and no suet.

From three to four.....Took my afternoon's nap. From four to six..... Walked into the fields. Wind, S.S.E.

From six to ten.....At the club. Mr. Nisby's opinion about the peace.

Ten of the clock.....Went to bed, slept sound.

TUESDAY, being holiday, eight of the clock....Rose as usual.

Nine of the clock.....Washed hands and face, shaved, put on my double-soled shoes.

Ten, eleven, twelve..... Took a walk to Islington. One..... Took a pot of mother Cob's mild.

Between two and three.....Returned, dined on a knuckle of veal and bacon. Mem. Sprouts wanting. Three.....Nap as usual.

From four to six.....Coffee-house. Read the news. A dish of twist. Grand Vizier strangled.

From six to ten.....At the club. Mr. Nisby's account of the great Turk.

Ten.....Dream of the Grand Vizier. Broken sleep.

WEDNESDAY, eight of the clock.....Tongue of my shoe-buckle broke. Hands but not face.

Nine.....Paid off the butcher's bill. Mem. To be allowed for the last leg of mutton.

Ten, eleven.....At the coffee-house. More work in the north. Stranger in a black wig asked, me how stocks went.

From twelve to one..... Walked in the fields. Wind to the south.

From one to two.....Smoked a pipe and a half. Two.....Dined as usual, stomach good.

Three.....Nap broke by the falling of a pewter dish. Mem. Cook-maid in love, and grown careless.

From four to six.....At the coffee-house. Advice from Smyrna, that the Grand Vizier was first of all strangled, and afterwards beheaded.

Six of the clock in the evening.....Was half an hour in the club' before any body else came. Mr. Nisby of opinion that the Grand Vizier was not strangled the sixth instant.

Ten at night.....Went to bed. Slept without waking until nine next morning.

THURSDAY, nine of the clock.....Staid within until two of the clock for Sir Timothy; who did not bring me my annuity according to his promise.

Two in the afternoon.....Sat down to dinner. Loss of appetite. Small-beer sour. Beef over-corned. Three.....Could not take my nap.

Four and five.....Gave Ralph a box on the ear. Turned off my cook-maid. Sent a messenger to Sir Timothy. Mem. I did not go to the club to night. Went to bed at nine o'clock.

FRIDAY.....Passed the morning in meditation upon Sir Timothy, who was with me a quarter before twelve.

Twelve of the clock.....Bought a new head to my cane, and a tongue to my buckle. Drank a glass of purl to recover my appetite.

Two and three.....Dined and slept well.

From four to six..... Went to the coffee-house. Met Mr. Nisby there. Smoked several pipes. Mr. Nisby of opinion that laced coffee is bad for the head. Six of the clock.....At the club as steward. late. Twelve of the clock..... Went to bed, dreamt that I drank small beer with the Grand Vizier.

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SATURDAY....Waked at eleven, walked in the fields, wind N.E.

Twelve.....Caught in a shower.

One in the afternoon.....Returned home, and dried myself.

Two.....Mr. Nisby dined with me. First course marrow-bones; second, ox-cheek, with a bottle of Brooks and Hellier.

Three of the clock.....Overslept myself.

Six..... Went to the club. Like to have fallen into a gutter. Grand Vizier certainly dead, &c.

I question not but the reader will be surprised to find the above-mentioned journalist taking so much care of a life that was filled with such inconsiderable actions, and received so very small improvements; and yet, if we look into the behaviour of many whom we daily converse with, we shall find that most of their hours are taken up in those three important articles of eating, drinking, and sleeping. I do not suppose that a man loses his time, who is not engaged in public affairs, or in an illustrious course of actions. On the contrary, I believe our hours may very often be more profitably laid out in such transactions as make no figure in the world, than in such as are apt to draw upon them the attention of mankind. One may become better and wiser by several methods of employing one's self in secrecy and silence, and do what is laudable without noise or ostentation. I would, however, recommend to every one of my readers, the keeping of a journal of their lives for one week, and setting down punctually their whole series of employments during that space of time. This kind of self-examination would give them a true state of themselves, and incline them to consider seriously what they are about. One day would rectify the omissions of another, and make a man weigh all those indifferent actions, which though

they are easily forgotten, must certainly be accounted for.

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No. CCCXVIII. WEDNESDAY, MARCH 5.

.......... non omnia possumus omnes,

With different talents form'd, we variously excel.

MR. SPECTATOR,

VIRG

" • A CERTAIN vice which you have lately attacked, has not yet been considered by you as growing 'so deep in the heart of man, that the affectation outlives the practice of it. You must have observed that men who have been bred in arms preserve to "the most extreme and feeble old age a certain daring in their aspect: in like manner, they who have 'passed their time in gallantry and adventure, keep · up, as well as they can, the appearance of it, and 6 carry a petulant inclination to their last moments. 'Let this serve for a preface to a relation I am going to give you of an old beau in town, that has not only been amorous, and a follower of women in < general, but also, in spite of the admonition of gray hairs, been from his sixty-third year to his present 'seventieth, in an actual pursuit of a young lady, the wife of his friend, and a man of merit. The gay

old Escalus has wit, good health, and is perfectly ' well-bred; but, from the fashion and manners of the ⚫ court when he was in his bloom, has such a natural ' tendency to amorous adventure, that he thought it would be an endless reproach to him to make no ' use of a familiarity he was allowed at a gentleman's house, whose good humour and confidence exposed

his wife to the addresses of any who should take it in their head to do him the good office. It is not 'impossible that Escalus might also resent that the

husband was particularly negligent of him; and 6 though he gave many intimations of a passion to'wards the wife, the husband either did not see them, or put him to the contempt of overlooking them. In the mean time Isabella, for so we shall call our heroine, saw his passion, and rejoiced in it as a 'foundation for much diversion, and an opportunity of indulging herself in the dear delight of being admired, addressed to, and flattered with no ill consequence to her reputation. This lady is of a free and disengaged behaviour, ever in good-humour, such as is the image of innocence with those who are innocent, and an encouragement to vice with those who are abandoned. From this kind of carriage, and an apparent approbation of his gallantry, Escalus had frequent opportunities of laying amorous epistles in her way, of fixing his eyes attentively upon her action, of performing a thousand little offices which are neglected by the unconcern❝ed, but are so many approaches towards happiness with the enamoured. It was now, as is above hinted, almost the end of the seventh year of his passion, when Escalus from general terms, and the ambiguous respect which criminal lovers retain in their addresses, began to bewail that his passion grew too violent for him to answer any longer for his behaviour towards her; and that he hoped she would have consideration for his long and patient respect, to excuse the motions of a heart now no longer under the direction of the unhappy owner of it. Such for some months had been the language of Escalus, both in his talk and his letters to Isabella; who returned all the profusion of kind things which had been the collection of fifty years with, "I must not hear you; you will make me forget that

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