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came into the Business of the World, he has been arrested twice or thrice a Year for Debts he had nothing to do with, but as Surety for others; and I remember when a Friend of his had suffered in the Vice of the Town, all the Phyfick his friend took was conveyed to him by Jack, and inscribed, A Bolus or an Ele&tuary for Mr.

Truepenny.' Jack had a good Estate left him, which came to nothing; because he believed all who to Demands upon it. This Eafiness and Credulity deftroy all the other Merit he has; and he has all his Life been a Sacrifice to others, without ever receiving Thanks, or doing one good A&tion.

I will end this Discourse with a Speech which I heard Fack make to one of his Creditors, (of whom he deferved gentler Usage) after lying a whole Night in Cuftody at his Suit


'Yo Honengratitude for the many kindneffes I have

done you,

shall not make me unthankful for the • Good you have done me, in letting me fee there is such

a Man as you in the World. I am obliged to you for the • Diffidence I shall have all the rest of my Life: I shall hereafter truft no Man so far as to be in his Debt. R

N° 83.

Tuesday, June 5.


- Animum pi&tura pascit inani. Virg. HEN the Weather hinders me from taking my Diversions without Doors, I frequently make a

little Party with two or three felect Friends, to visit any thing curious that may be feen under Covert. My principal Entertainments of this Nature are Pictures, insomuch that when I have found the Weather for in to be very bad, I have taken a whole Day's Journey to see a Gallery that is furnished by the Hands of great Mafters. By this means, when the Heavens are filled with


Clouds, when the Earth swims in Rain, and all Nature wears a low'ring Countenance, I withdraw my self trom these uncomfortable Scenes into the visionary Worlds

of Art; where I meet with shining Landskips, gilded · Triumphs, beautiful Faces, and all those other objects

that fill the Mind with gay Ideas, and disperse that Gloominess which is apt to hang upon it in those dark discon. solate Seasons.

I was some Weeks ago in a Course of these Diver. fions; which had caken Tuch an entire Posession of my Imagination, that they formed in it a short Morning's Dream, which I shall communicate to my Rcader, rather as the first Sketch and Outlines of a Vision, than as a fi. nished Piece.

I dreame that I was admitted into a long spacious Gallery, which had one lide covered with Picces of all the famous Painters who are now living, and the other wich the Works of the greatest Mafters that are dead.

ON the side of the Living, I saw several Persons bulie in Drawing, Colouring, and Designing; on the side of the Dead Painters, I could not discover more than one Person at Work, who was exceeding Now in his Mo. tions, and wonderfully nice in his Touches.

I was resolved to examine the several Artists that stood before me, and accordingly applied my Self to the Side of the Living. The first I observed at Work in this part of the Gallery was VANITY, with his Hair tied behind him in a Ribbon, and drefled like a Frenchman. All the Faces he drew were very remarkable for their Smiles, and a certain smirking Air which he bestowed indifferently on every Age and Degree of either Sex. The Toujours Gai appeared even in his Judges, Bishops, and Privy-Counlellors: In a Word, all his Men were Petirs Maitres, and all his Women Coquets. The Drapery of his Figures was extremely well-fuited to his Faces, and was made up of all the glaring Colours that could be mixt together į every part of the Dress was in a Flutter, and endeavoured to distinguith it self above the rest.

On the left Hand of VANITY stood a laborious Workman, who I found was his humble Admirer, and copied after him. He was dressed like a German, and had a very hard Name that sounded something like STUPIDITY.

THE third Artist that I looked over was FANTASQUE, dressed like a Venetian Scarainouch. He had an excellent Hand at Chimera, and dealt very much in Distortions and Grimaces. He would sometimes affright himself with the Phantoms that flowed from his Pencil. In short, the most elaborate of his Pieces was at best but a terrifying Dreain ; and one could say nothing more of his finest Figures, than that they were agreeable Mon, sters.

THE fourth Person I examined, was very remarka. ble for his hasty Hand, which left his Pictures so unfinished, that the Beauty in the Picture (which was designed to continue as a Monument of it to Posterity) faded sooner than in the Person after whom it was drawn. He made so much Hafte to dispatch his Business, that he neither gave

himself time to clean his Pencils, nor mix his Co. Jours. The Name of this expeditious Workman was AVARICE.

NOT far from this Artist I saw another of a quite different Nature, who was dressed in the Habit of a Dutchman, and known by the Name of INDUSTRY. His Figures were wonderfully laboured : If he drew the Portraiture of a Man, he did not omit a single Hair in his Face; if the Figure of a Ship, there was not a Rope among the Tackle that escaped him. He had likewise hung a great Part of the Wall with Night-Pieces, that seemed to fhew themselves by the Candles which were lighted up in several Parts of them; and were so inflamed by the Sunshine which accidentally fell upon them, that at first sight I could scarce forbear crying

THE five foregoing Artists were the most considerable on this side the Gallery ; there were indeed several others whom I had not Time to look into. One of them, however, I could not forbear observing, who was very busy in retouching the finest Pieces, though he produced no Originals of his own. His Pencil aggravated every Feature that was before over-charged, loaded every Defest, and poisoned every Colour it touched. Though

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this Workman did so much Mischief on the side of the Living, he never turned his Eye towards that of the Dead. His Name was EN v Y.

HAVING taken a cursory Vicw of one side of the Gallery, I turned my felf to that which was filled by the Works of those great Masters that were dead; when immediately I fancied my self standing before a Multitude of Spectators, and thousands of Eyes looking upon me at once ; for all betore mc appeared so like Men and Wo. men, that I almost forgot they were Pictures, Raphael's Figures stood in one Row, Titian's in another, Guido Rheni's in a third. One Part of the Wall was peopled by Hannibal Carrache, another by Correggio, and another by Rubens. To be short, there was not a great Master among the Dead who had not contributed to the Embellifinent of this side of the Gallery. The Persons that owed their Being to these several Masters, appeared all of them to be realand alive, and differed among one another only in the Variety of their Shapes, Complexions, and Cloaths; so that they looked like different Nations of the same Species.

OBSERVING an old Man (who was the same Person I before mentioned, as the only Artist that was at work on this side of the Gallery) creeping up and down from one Pi&ure to another, and retouching all the fine Pieces that stood before me, I could not but be very at. tentive to all his Motions. I found his Pencil was so very light, that is worked imperceptibly, and after a thoufand' Touches, scarce produced any visible Effect in the Pi&ure on which he was employed. However, as he busied himself incessantly,and repeated Touch afterTouch without Rest or Intermission, he wore off insensibly every little disagreeable Gloss that hung upon a Figure. He also added such a beautiful Brown to the Shades, and Mellowness to the Colours, that he made every Picture appear more perfect than when it came fresh from the Master's Pencil. I could not forbear looking upon the Face of this ancient Workman, and immediately, by the long Lock of Hair upon his Forehead, discovered him to be TIME.

WHETHER it were because the Thread of my Dream was at an End I cannot tell, but upon my taking a Survey of this imaginary old Mau, my sleep left me.


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-Quis talia fando Myrmidonum Dolopumue aut duri miles Ulyffei Temperet a Lachrymis.


OOKING over the old Manuscript wherein the

L private Actions of Pharamond are free down by way

of Table-Book, I found many Things which gave me great Delight; and as human Life turns upon the fame Principles and Passions in all Ages, I thought it very proper to take Minutes of what passed in that Age, for the Instruction of this. The Antiquary who lent me these Papers, gave me a Character of Eucrate, the Favourite of Pharamond, extracted from an Author who liv'd in that Court. The Account he gives both of the Prince and this his faithful Friend, will not be improper to insert here, becaufe I may have Occasion to mention many of their Conversations, into which thefe Memorials of them may give Light.

PHAŘ A MÕND, when he had a Mind to retire • for an Hour or two from the Hurry of Business and Fa• tigue of Ceremony, made a Signal to Eucrate, by putting his Hand to his

Face, placing his Arm negligently on a Window, or some such A&tion as appeared indit

ferent to all the rest of the Company. Upon such No« tice, unobserved by others, (for their entire Intimacy

was always a Secret) Eucrate repaired to his own Apart• ment to receive the King. There was a secret Access • to this Part of the Court, at which Eucrate used to ad. • mit many whose mean Appearance in the Eyes of the • ordinary Waiters and Door-keepers made them be re

pulsed from other Parts of the Palace. Such as these

were let in here by Order of Eucrate, and had Audi« ences of Pharamond. This Entrance Pharamond called The Gate of the Unhappy, and the Tears of the Afiliated • who came before him, he would say were Bribes re


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