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V. O L. IV.
No 252. Wednesday, December 19. 1711
Erranti, pasimque oculos per cuneta ferenti.
Mr. SPECTATOR; . SP O NS Am very sorry to find by your Discourse:
upon the Eye, that you have not theroughly studied the Nature and Foree of that part of a beauteous. Face. Had you ever been in Love, you would
have faid ten thousand things, which it seems did not occur to you : Do but reflect upon the 6.Nonsense it makes Men talk, the Flames which it is • said to kindle, the Transport it raises, the Dejection it • causes in the bravest. Men ; and if you do believe those ' things are exprefsed to an Extravagance, yet you will
own, that the Influence of it is very great which moves • Men to that Extravagance. Certain it is, that the whole • Strength of the Mind is sometimes seated there ; that, a « kind Look imparts all, that a Year's Discourse could give s you, in one Moment. What matters it what she says
• to you, see how she looks, is the Language of all who * know what Love is. When the Mind is thus summed up
and expressed in a Glance, did you never observea sudden Joy arise in the Countenance of a Lover? Did you never see the Attendance of Years paid, over-paid, in an
Instant ? You a SpecTATOR, and not know that the • Intelligence of affection is carried on by the Eye only; 'that Good-breeding has made the Tongue falfify the • Heart, and act a Part of continual Constraint, while Na• ture has preserved the Eyes to her self, that she may not * be disguised or misrepresented. The poor bride can give
.her Hand, and say, I do, with a languishing Air to the • Man she is obliged by cruel Parents to take for merce• nary Reasons, but at the same Time she cannot look • as if she loved; her Eye is full of Sorrow, and Relu• ctance fits in a Tear, while the offering of the Sacrifice * is performed in what we call the Marriage Ceremony.
Do you never go to Plays ? Cannot you distinguish be«tween the Eyes of those who go to fee, from those who ' come to be seen? I am a Woman turned of thirty, and • am on the Observation a little; therefore if you or your & Correspondent had consulted me in your Discourse on • the Eye, I could have told you, that the Eye of Leonora ' is slily watchful while it looks negligent; she looks
round her without the help of the Glasses you speak of, " and yet seems to be employed on Objects directly be• fore her. This Eye is what affects Chance-medley, and
on a sudden, as if it attended to another thing, turns all • its Charms against an Ogler. The Eye of Lufitania isan * Instrument of premeditated Murder, but the Design be. ing visible, destroys the Execution of it; and with much * more Beauty than that of Leonora, it is not half fo misschievous. There is a brave Soldier's Daughter in Town,
that by her Eye has been the Death of more than ever * her Father made Ay before him. A beautiful Eye makes • Silence eloquent, a kind Eye makes Contradiction an • Assent, an enraged Eye makes Beauty deformed. This • little Member gives Life to every other Part about us, * and I believe the Story of Argus implies no more than
that the Eye is in every part, that is to say, every other • Part would be mutilated, were not its Forçe represent*ed more by the Eye than even by itself. But this is Hea
' then Greek to those who have not conversed by Glances. • This, Sir, is a Language in which there can be no De'ceit, nor can a skilful Observer be imposed upon by ' Looks even among Politicians and Courtiers. If you do 'me the Honour to print this among your Speculations, 'I shall in my next make you a Present of Secret Hifto
ry, by Translating all the Looks of the next Assembly ' of Ladies and Gentlemen into Words, to adorn some • future Paper. I am,
Dear Mr. SPECTATOR, " Have a Sot of a Husband that lives a very scandalous "1 Life, and wastes away his Body and Fortune in * Debaucheries; and is immoveable to all the Arguments • I can urge to him. I would gladly know whether in • somie Cases a Cudgel may not be allowed as a good Fi' gure of Speech, and whether it may not be lawfully ' used by a Female Orator.
Your humble Servant,
T standing, and have heard many eminent Pleaders ' in my Time, as well as other eloquent Speakers of both • Universities, yet I agree with you, that Women are bet• ter qualified to succeed in Oratory than the Men, and • believe this is to be resolved into natural Causes. You • have mentioned only the Volubility of their Tongue ; • but what do you think of the filent Flattery of their 's pretty Faces, and the Persuasion which even an insipid • Discourse carries with it when flowing from beautiful • Lips, to which it would be cruel to deny any thing? • It is certain too, that they are possessed of fome Springs • of Rhetorick which Men want, such as Tears, fainting • Fits, and the like, which I have seen employed upon • Occasion with good Success. You must know I am
a plain Man and love my Money; yet I have a Spouse who is so great an Orator in this way, that the draws from me what Sums she pleases. Every Room in my House is furnished with Trophies of her Eloquence,
rich Cabinets, Piles of China, Japan Screens, and costly • Jars ; and if you were to come into my great Parlour,
you would fansy your self in an India Ware-house : Besides this she keeps a Squirrel, and I am doubly taxed to pay for the China he breaks. She is feized with periodical Fits about the Time of the Subscriptions to a new Opera, and is drowned in Tears after having seen any Woman there in finer Clothes than her felf: These are Arts of Persuasion purely Feminine, and which a tender Heart cannot refift. What I would therefore desire of you, is, to prevail with your Friend who has promised to diffeet a Female Tongue, that he would at the same time give us the Anatomy of a Female Eye, and explain the Springs and Sluices which feed it with such ready Supplies of Moisture; and likewise shew by what means, if possible, they may be stopped at a reafonable Expence: Or indeed, since there is something
so moving in the very Image of weeping Beauty, it ' would be worthy his Art to provide, that these eloquent
Drops may no more be lavihed on Trifles, or employed • as Servants to their wayward Wills; but reserved for
serious Occasions in Life, to adorn generous Pity, true ' Penitence, or real Sorrow.
I am, &c.
Indignor quicquam reprehendi, non quia crasè
Compofitum, ille pidève putetur, fed quia nuper. Hor: PT" HERE is nothing which more denotes a great
Mind, than the Abhorrence of Envy and Detrac
tion. This Pallion reigns more among bad Poets, than among any other Set of Men.
AS there are none more ambitious of Fame, than those who are converfant in Poetry, it is very natural for such as have not succeeded in it to depreciate the Works of those who have. For since they cannot raise themselves to the Reputation of their Fellow-Writers, they must endeavour to fink it to their own Pitch, if they would still keep themselves upon a Level with them.
THE greatest Wits that ever were produced in one Age, lived together in so good an Understanding, and celebrated one another with so much Generofity, that each of them receives an additional Lustre from his Contemporaries, and is more famous for having lived with Men of foextraordinary a Genius, than if he had himself been the fole Wonder of the Age. I need not tell my Reader, that
I here point at the Reign of Augustus, and I believe he · will be of my Opinion, that neither l'irgil nor Horace would have gained so great a Reputation in the World, had they not been the Friends and admirers of each other. Indeed all the great Writers of that Age, for whom singly we have so great an Esteem, stand up together as Vouchers for one another's Reputation. But at the same time that Virgil was celebrated by Gallus, Propertius, Horace, Varius, Tucca and Ovid, we know that Bavius and Me. vius were his declared Foes and Calumniators.
IN our own Country a Man seldom sets up for a Poet, without attacking the Reputation of all his Brothers in the Art. The Ignorance of the Moderns, the Scriblers of the Age, the Decay of Poetry, are the Topicks of Detraction, with which he makes his Entrance into the World: But how much more noble is the Fame that is built on Candour and Ingenuity, according to those beautiful Lines of Sir John Denhain, in his Poem on Fletcher's Works!
But whither am I pray’d? I need not raise
Mufi kave their Brothers, Sons, and Kindred sain. I am sorry to find that an Author, who is very juftly efecmcd among the best Judges, has admitted some