fufion, having never feen feveral of them in his own Country: But he quickly found that though they were Objects of his Sight, they were not liable to his Touch. He at length came to the Side of a great River, and being a good Fisherman himself, ftood upon the Banks of it fome time to look upon an Angler that had taken a great many Shapes of Fiflies, which lay founcing up and down by him.

I should have told my Reader, that this Indian had been formerly married to one of the greatest Beauties of his Country, by whom he had feveral Children. This Couple were fo famous for their Love and Conftancy to one another, that the Indians to this Day, when they give a married Man Joy of his Wife, wish that they may live together like Marraton and Yaratilda. Marraton had not

ftood long by the Fisherman when he faw the Shadow of his beloved Yaratilda, who had for fome time fixed her Eye upon him, before he difcovered her. Her Arms were ftretched out towards him, Floods of Tears ran down her Eyes; her Looks, her Hands, her Voice called him over to her; and at the fame time feemed to tell him that the River was unpaffable. Who can defcribe the Paffion made up of Joy, Sorrow, Love, Defire, Aftonishment, that rofe in the Indian upon the Sight of his dear Yaratilda? He could exprefs it by nothing but his Tears, which ran like a River down his Cheeks as he looked upon her. He had not stood in this Pofture long, before he plunged into the Stream that lay before him; and finding it to be nothing but the Phantom of a River, walked on the Bottom of it till he arofe on the other Side. At his Approach Taratilda flew into his Arms, whilft Marraton wifhed himself difencumbered of that Body which kept her from his Embraces. After many Questions and Endearments on both Sides, the conducted him to a Bower which she had dreffed with her own Hands with all the Ornaments that could be met with in thofe blooming Regions, She had made it gay beyond Imagination, and was every Day adding fomething new to it. As Marraton stood aftonished at the unfpeakable Beauty of her Habitation, and ravifhed with the Fragrancy that came from every Part of it, Yaratilda told him that she was preparing this Bower for his Reception,, as well knowing that his Piety to his

God,

God, and his faithful Dealing towards Men, would certainly bring him to that happy Place, whenever his Life fhould be at an End. She then brought two of her Children to him, who died fome Years before, and refided with her in the fame delightful Bower; advifing him to breed up thofe others which were still with him in such a manner, that they might hereafter all of them meet together in this happy Place.

THE Tradition tells us further, that he had afterwards a Sight of those dismal Habitations which are the Portion of ill Men after Death; and mentions several Molten Seas of Gold, in which were plunged the Souls of barbarous Europeans, who put to the Sword fo many Thousands of poor Indians for the fake of that precious Metal: But having already touched upon the chief Points of this Tradi tion, and exceeded the Measure of my Paper, I fhall not give any further Account of it.

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Saturday, May 5.

Quem praftare poteft mulier galeata pudorem,
Qua fugit à Sextu?

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Juv.

WHEN the Wife of Hector, in Homer's Iliads, difcourfes with her Husband about the Battel in which he was going to engage, the Hero, defiring her to leave that Matter to his Care, bids her go to her Maids and mind her Spinning: By which the Poet intimates, that Men and Women ought to bufie themselves in their proper Spheres, and on fuch Matters only as are fuitable to their respective Sex.

I am at this time acquainted with a young Gentleman, who has paffed a great Part of his Life in the Nurfery, and, upon Occasion, can make a Caudle or a Sack Poffet better than any Man in England. He is likewife a wonderful Critick in Cambrick and Muslins, and will talk an Hour together upon a Sweet-meat. He entertains his Mother every Night with Obfervations that he makes both in Town and Court: As what Lady fhews the nicest Fancy

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Fancy in her Drefs; what Man of Quality wears the fairest Whig; who has the finest Linnen, who the prettieft Snuff-box, with many other the like curious Remarks that may be made in good Company.

ON the other hand I have very frequently the Oppertunity of feeing a Rural Andromache, who came up to Town laft Winter, and is one of the greatest Fox-Hunters in the Country. She talks of Hounds and Horfes, and makes nothing of leaping over a Six-bar Gate. If a Man tells her a waggifh Story, fhe gives him a Push with her Hand in jeft, and calls him an impudent Dog; and if her Servant neglects his Bufinefs threatens to kick him out of the House. I have heard her, in her Wrath, call a fubftantial Tradesman a Loufie Cur; and remember one Day, when he could not think of the Name of a Perfon, the defcribed him, in a large Company of Men and Ladies, by the Fellow with the Broad Shoulders.

IF thofe Speeches and Actions, which in their own Nature are indifferent, appear ridiculous when they proceed from a wrong Sex, the Faults and Imperfections of one Sex tranfplanted into another, appear black and monftrous. As for the Men, I fhall not in this Paper any further concern my felf about them; but as I would fain contribute to make Woman-kind, which is the most beautiful Part of the Creation, entirely amiable, and wear out all thofe little Spots and Blemishes that are apt to rise among the Charms which Nature has poured out upon them, I fhall dedicate this Paper to their Service. The Spot which I would here endeavour to clear them of, is that Party-Rage which of late Years is very much crept into their Conversation. This is, in its Nature, a Male Vice, and made up of many angry and cruel Paffions that are altogether repugnant to the Softnefs, the Modesty and thofe other endearing Qualities which are natural to the Fair Sex. Women were formed to temper Mankind, and footh them into Tendernefs and Compaffion; not to fet an Edge upon their Minds, and blow up in them thofe Paffions which are too apt to rife of their own Accord. When I have feen a pretty Mouth uttering Calumnies and Invectives, what would I not have given to have ftopt it? How have I been troubled to fee fome of

the

the finest Features in the World grow pale, and tremble with Party-Rage? Camilla is one of the greatest Beauties in the British Nation, and yet values her felf more upon being the Virago of one Party, than upon being the Toaft of both. The Dear Creature, about a Week ago, encountered the fierce and beautiful Penthefilea across a TeaTable; but in the height of her Anger, as her Hand chanced to shake with the Earneftnefs of the Difpute, she fcalded her Fingers, and spilt a Dish of Tea upon her Petticoat. Had not this Accident broke off the Debate, no Body knows where it would have ended.

THERE is one Confideration which I would earneftly recommend to all my Female Readers, and which, I hope, will have fome weight with them. In fhort, it is this, that there is nothing fo bad for the Face as PartyZeal. It gives an ill-natured Caft to the Eye, and a difagreeable Sournefs to the Look; befides, that it makes the Lines too ftrong, and flufhes them worse than Brandy. I have seen a Woman's Face break out in Heats, as fhe has been talking against a great Lord, whom she had never feen in her Life; and indeed never knew a PartyWoman that kept her Beauty for a Twelve-month. I would therefore advife all my Female Readers, as they value their Complexions, to let alone all Difputes of this Nature; though, at the fame time I would give free Liberty to all fuperannuated motherly Partizans to be as violent as they pleafe, fince there will be no Danger either of their spoiling their Faces, or of their gaining Con

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FOR my own part, I think a Man makes an odious and defpicable Figure, that is violent in a Party; but a Woman is too fincere to mitigate the Fury of her Principles with Temper and Difcretion, and to act with that Caution and Refervedness which are requifite in our Sex. When this unnatural Zeal gets into them, it throws them into ten thousand Heats and Extravagances; their generous Souls fet no Bounds to their Love, or to their Hatred; and whether a Whig or a Tory, a Lap-dog or a Gallant, an Opera or a Puppet-Show, be the Object of it, the Paffion, while it reigns, engroffes the whole Woman,

I remember when Dr. Titus Oates was in all his Glory, I accompanied my Friend WILL. HONEYCOMB

In a Vifit to a Lady of his Acquaintance: We were no fooner fate down, but upon cafting my Eyes about the Room, I found in almost every Corner of it a Print that reprefented the Doctor in all Magnitudes and Dimenfions. A little after, as the Lady was difcourfing my Friend, and held her Snuff-Box in her Hand, who fhould I fee in the Lid of it but the Doctor. It was not long after this, when she had occafion for her Handkerchief, which upon the first opening difcovered among the Plaits of it the Figure of the Doctor. Upon this my Friend WILL. who loves Raillery, told her, That if he was in Mr. True-love's Place (for that was the Name of her Husband) he should be made as uneafie by a Handkerchief as ever Othello was. I am afraid, faid fhe, Mr. HONEYCOMB, you are a Tory; tell me truly, are you a Friend to the Doctor or not? WILL. inftead of making her a Reply, fmiled in her Face (for indeed The was very pretty) and told her that one of her Patches was dropping off. She immediately adjusted it, and looking a little feriously, Well, fays fhe, I'll be hanged if you and your filent Friend there are not against the Doctor in your Hearts, I fufpected as much by his faying nothing. Upon this fhe took her Fan into her Hand, and upon the opening of it again difplayed to us the Figure of the Doctor, who was placed with great Gravity among the Sticks of it. In a word I found that the Doctor had taken Poffeffion of her Thoughts, her Discourse, and most of her Furniture; but finding my felf preffed too close by her Queftion, I winked upon my Friend to take his Leave, which he did accordingly.

N° 58.

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Monday, May 7.

Ut pictura poefis erit

Hor.

OTHING is fo much admired, and fo little understood, as Wit. No Author that I know of has written profeffedly upon it; and as for those who any Mention of it, they only treat on the Subject as it has accidentally fallen in their Way, and that too in little

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