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<title>The Spectator 251</title>
<header>
  <number>no. 251</number>
  <date>1711-12-18</date>
  <author>Joseph Addison</author>
  <quotation>--Lingu&#230; centum sunt, oraque centum,</quotation>
  <quotation>Ferrea Vox.-------------Virg.</quotation>
  <translation>Virg. &#198;n. vi. 625.</translation>
  <translation>-----A hundred mouths, a hundred tongues,</translation>
  <translation>And throats of brass inspired with iron lungs.---Dryden.</translation>
  </header>
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<paragraph>THERE is nothing
which more astonishes a Foreigner, and frights a Country Squire,
than the <italic>Cries of London.</italic> My good Friend Sir ROGER often declares,
that he cannot get them out of his Head or go to Sleep for them,
the first Week that he is in Town. On the contrary, WILL. HONEYCOMB
calls them the <italic>Ramage de la Ville,</italic> and prefers them to the Sounds
of Larks and Nightingales, with all the Musick of the Fields and
Woods. I have lately received a Letter from some very odd Fellow
upon this Subject, which I shall leave with my Reader, without
saying any thing further of it.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>SIR,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>I am a Man of all Business,
and would willingly turn my Head to any thing for an honest
Livelihood. I have invented several Projects for raising many
Millions of Money without burthening the Subject, but I cannot get
the Parliament to listen to me, who look upon me, forsooth, as a
Crack, and a Projector; so that despairing to enrich either my self
or my Country by this Publick-spiritedness, I. would make some
Proposals to you relating to a Design which I have very much at
Heart, and which may procure me [a<footnote name="(1)" url="../december_footnotes/footnote251.xml"></footnote>] handsome Subsistence, if
you will be pleased to recommend it to the Cities of <italic>London</italic> and
<italic>Westminster.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>The Post I would aim at, is to be Comptroller-General
of the <italic>London</italic> Cries, which are at present under no manner of Rules
or Discipline. I think I am pretty well qualified for this Place,
as being a Man of very strong Lungs, of great Insight into all the
Branches of our <italic>British</italic> Trades and Manufactures, and of a competent
Skill in Musick.</paragraph>
<paragraph>The Cries of <italic>London</italic> may be divided into Vocal and
Instrumental. As for the latter they are at present under a very
great Disorder. A Freeman of <italic>London</italic> has the Privilege of disturbing
a whole Street for an Hour together, with the Twanking of a
Brass-Kettle or a Frying-Pan. The Watchman's Thump at Midnight
startles us in our Beds, as much as the Breaking in of a Thief. The
Sowgelder's Horn has indeed something musical in it, but this is
seldom heard within the Liberties. I would therefore propose, that
no Instrument of this Nature should be made use of, which I have
not tuned and licensed, after having carefully examined in what
manner it may affect the Ears of her Majesty's liege Subjects.</paragraph>
<paragraph>Vocal Cries are of a much larger Extent, and indeed, so full of
Incongruities and Barbarisms, that we appear a distracted City to
Foreigners, who do not comprehend the Meaning of such enormous
Outcries. Milk is generally sold in a note above <italic>Ela,</italic> and in Sounds
so [exceeding<footnote name="(2)" url="../december_footnotes/footnote251.xml"></footnote>]
shrill, that it often sets our Teeth [on<footnote name="(3)" url="../december_footnotes/footnote251.xml"></footnote>]
Edge. The Chimney-sweeper is [condemned<footnote name="(4)" url="../december_footnotes/footnote251.xml"></footnote>] to no certain Pitch;
he sometimes utters himself in the deepest Base, and sometimes in
the sharpest Treble; sometimes in the highest, and sometimes in the
lowest Note of the Gamut. The same Observation might be made on the
Retailers of Small-coal, not to mention broken Glasses or
Brick-dust. In these therefore, and the like Cases, it should be my
Care to sweeten and mellow the Voices of the itinerant Tradesmen,
before they make their Appearance in ow Streets; as also to
accommodate their Cries to their respective Wares; and to take care
in particular, that those may not make the most Noise who have the
least to sell, which is very observable in the Venders of
Card-matches, to whom I cannot but apply that old Proverb of <italic>Much
Cry but little Wool.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>Some of these last mentioned Musicians are so
very loud in the Sale of these trifling Manufactures, that an
honest Splenetick Gentleman of my Acquaintance bargained with one
of them never to come into the Street where he lived: But what was
the Effect of this Contract? Why, the whole Tribe of
Card-match-makers which frequent that Quarter passed by his Door
the very next Day, in hopes of being bought off after the same
manner.</paragraph>
<paragraph>It is another great Imperfection in our <italic>London</italic> Cries, that
there is no just Time nor Measure observed in them. Our News should
indeed be published in a very quick Time, because it is a Commodity
that will not keep cold. It should not, however, be cried with the
same Precipitation as <italic>Fire:</italic> Yet this is generally the Case. A
Bloody Battle alarms the Town from one End to another in an
Instant. Every Motion of the <italic>French</italic> is Published in so great a
hurry, that one would think the Enemy were at our Gates. This
likewise I would take upon me to regulate in such a manner, that
there should be some Distinction made between the spreading of a
Victory, a March, or an Incampment, a <italic>Dutch,</italic> a <italic>Portugal</italic> or a
<italic>Spanish</italic> Mail. Nor must I omit under this Bead, those excessive
Alarms with which several boisterous Rusticks infest our Streets in
Turnip Season; and which are more inexcusable, because these are
Wares which are in no Danger of Cooling upon their Hands.</paragraph>
<paragraph>There are others who affect a very slow Time, and are, my Opinion, much more
tuneable than the former; the Cooper in particular swells his last
Note in an hollow Voice, that is not without its Harmony; nor can I
forbear being inspired with a most agreeable Melancholy, when I
hear that sad and solemn Air with which the Public are very often
asked, if they have any Chairs to mend? Your own Memory may suggest
to you many other lamentable Ditties of the same Nature, in which
the Musick is wonderfully languishing and melodious.</paragraph>
<paragraph>I am always pleased with that particular Time of the Year which is proper for
the pickling of Dill and Cucumbers; but alas, this Cry, like the
Song of the [Nightingale<footnote name="(5)" url="../december_footnotes/footnote251.xml"></footnote>], is not heard above two Months. It
would therefore be worth while to consider, whether the same Air
might not in some Cases be adapted to other Words.</paragraph>
<paragraph>It might likewise deserve our most serious Consideration, how far, in a
well-regulated City, those Humourists are to be tolerated, who, not
contented with the traditional Cries of their Forefathers, have
invented particular Songs and Tunes of their own: Such as was, not
many Years since, the Pastryman, commonly known by the Name of the
Colly-Molly-Puff; and such as is at this Day the Vender of Powder
and Wash-balls, who, if I am rightly informed, goes under the Name
of <italic>Powder-Watt.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>I must not here omit one particular Absurdity which
runs through this whole vociferous Generation, and which renders
their Cries very often not only incommodious, but altogether
useless to the Publick; I mean, that idle Accomplishment which they
all of them aim at, of Crying so as not to be understood. Whether
or no they have learned this from several of our affected Singers,
I will not take upon me to say; but most certain it is, that People
know the Wares they deal in rather by their Tunes than by their
Words; insomuch that I have sometimes seen a Country Boy run out to
buy Apples of a Bellows-mender, and Gingerbread from a Grinder of
Knives and Scissars. Nay so strangely infatuated are some very
eminent Artists of this particular Grace ill a Cry, that none but
their Acquaintance are able to guess at their Profession; for who
else can know, that <italic>Work if I had it,</italic> should be the Signification
of a Corn-Cutter?</paragraph>
<paragraph>Forasmuch therefore as Persons of this Rank are
seldom Men of Genius or Capacity, I think it would be very proper,
that some Man of good Sense and sound Judgment should preside over
these Publick Cries, who should permit none to lift up their Voices
in our Streets, that have not tuneable Throats, and are not only
able to overcome the Noise of the Croud, and the Rattling of
Coaches, but also to vend, their respective Merchandizes in apt
Phrases, and in the most distinct and agreeable Sounds. I do
therefore humbly recommend mend my self as a Person rightly
qualified for this Post; and if I meet with fitting Encouragement,
shall communicate some other Projects which I have by me, that may
no less conduce to the Emolument of the Public.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>I am,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>SIR,</italic> &#38;c.,</paragraph>
<paragraph>Ralph Crotchet.</paragraph>
<banner>TO THE</banner>
<banner>DUKE OF <italic>MARLBOROUGH.</italic><footnote name="(6)" url="../december_footnotes/footnote251.xml"></footnote></banner>
<paragraph><italic>My</italic> LORD,</paragraph>
<paragraph>As it is natural to have a Fondness for what has cost us so much Time and
Attention to produce, I hope Your Grace will forgive an endeavour
to preserve this Work from Oblivion, by affixing to it Your
memorable Name.</paragraph>
<paragraph>I shall not here presume to mention the illustrious
Passages of Your Life, which are celebrated by the whole Age, and
have been the Subject of the most sublime Pens; but if I could
convey You to Posterity in your private Character, and describe the
Stature, the Behaviour and Aspect of the Duke of <italic>Marlborough,</italic> I
question not but it would fill the Reader with more agreeable
Images, and give him a more delightful Entertainment than what can
be found in the following, or any other Book.</paragraph>
<paragraph>One cannot indeed
without Offence, to Your self, observe, that You excel the Test of
Mankind in the least, as well as the greatest Endowments. Nor were
it a Circumstance to be mentioned, if the Graces and Attractions of
Your Person were not the only Preheminence You have above others,
which is left, almost, unobserved by greater Writers.</paragraph>
<paragraph>Yet how pleasing would it be to those who shall read the surprising
Revolutions in your Story, to be made acquainted with your ordinary
Life and Deportment? How pleasing would it be to hear that the same
Man who had carried Fire and Sword. into the Countries of all that
had opposed the Cause of Liberty, and struck a Terrour into the
Armies of France, had, in the midst of His high Station, a
Behaviour as gentle as is usual in the first Steps towards
Greatness? And if it were possible to express that easie Grandeur,
which did at once perswade and command; it would appear as clearly
to those to come, as it does to his Contemporaries, that all the
great Events which were brought to pass under the Conduct of so
well-govern'd a Spirit, were the Blessings of Heaven upon Wisdom
and Valour: and all which seem adverse fell out by divine
Permission, which we are not to search into.</paragraph>
<paragraph>You have pass'd that
Year of Life wherein the most able and fortunate Captain, before
Your Time, declared he had lived enough both to Nature and to
Glory;<footnote name="(7)" url="../december_footnotes/footnote251.xml"></footnote> and Your Grace may make that Reflection with much more
Justice. He spoke it after he bad arrived at Empire, by an
Usurpation upon those whom he had enslaved; but the Prince of
<italic>Mindleheim</italic> may rejoice in a Sovereignty which was the Gift of Him
whose Dominions he had preserved.</paragraph>
<paragraph>Glory established upon the
uninterrupted Success of honourable Designs and Actions is not
subject to Diminution; nor can any Attempts prevail against it, but
in the Proportion which the narrow Circuit of Rumour bears to the
unlimited Extent of Fame.</paragraph>
<paragraph>We may congratulate Your Grace not only
upon your high Achievements, but likewise upon the happy Expiration
of Your Command, by which your Glory is put out of the Power of
Fortune: And when your Person shall be so too, that the Author and
Disposer of all things may place You in that higher Mansion of
Bliss and Immortality which is prepared for good Princes,
Lawgivers, and Heroes, when HE in HIS due Time removes them from
the Envy of Mankind, is the hearty Prayer of,</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>My</italic> LORD,</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Your Grace's</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Most Obedient,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Most Devoted Humble Servant,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>THE SPECTATOR.</paragraph>

<paragraph>1. [an]</paragraph>
<paragraph>2. [exceedingly]</paragraph>
<paragraph>3. [an]</paragraph>
<paragraph>4. [contained]</paragraph>
<paragraph>5. [Nightingales]</paragraph>
<paragraph>6. John Churchill, afterwards Duke of Marlborough, was at this time 62
years old, and past the zenith of his fame. He was born at Ashe, in
Devonshire, in 165o, the son of Sir Winston Churchill, an adherent
of Charles I. At the age of twelve John Churchill was placed as
page in the household of the Duke of York. He first distinguished
himself as a soldier in the defence of Tangier against the Moors.
Between 1672 and 1677 he served in the auxiliary force sent by our
King Charles II. to his master, Louis XIV. In 1672, after the siege
of Maestricht, Churchill was praised by Louis at the head of his
army, and made Lieutenant-colonel. Continuing in the service of the
Duke of York, Churchill, about 1680, married Sarah Jennings,
favourite of the Princess Anne. In 1682 Charles II. made Churchill
a Baron, and three years afterwards he was made Brigadier-general
when sent to France to announce the accession of James II. On his
return he was made Baron Churchill of Sandridge. He helped to
suppress Monmouth's insurrection, but before the Revolution
committed himself secretly to the cause of the Prince of Orange;
was made, therefore, by William III., Earl of Marlborough and Privy
Councillor. After some military service he was for a short time
imprisoned in the Tower on suspicion of treasonous correspondence
with the exiled king. In 1697 he was restored to favour, and on the
breaking out of the War of the Spanish Succession in 1701 he was
chief commander of the Forces in the United Provinces. In this war
his victories made him the most famous captain of the age. In
December, 1702, he was made Duke. with a pension of five thousand a
year. In the campaign of 1704 Marlborough planned very privately,
and executed on his own responsibility the boldest and most distant
march that had ever been attempted in our continental wars. France,
allied with Bavaria, was ready to force the way to Vienna. but
Marlborough, quitting the Hague, carried his army to the Danube,
where he took by storm a strong entrenched camp of the enemy upon
the Schellenberg, and cruelly laid waste the towns and villages of
the Bavarians, who never had taken arms; but, as he said, 'we are
now going to burn and destroy the Elector's country, to oblige him
to hearken to terms.' On the 13th of August, the army of
Marlborough having been joined by the army under Prince Eugene,
battle was given to the French and Bavarians under Marshal Tallard,
who had his head-quarters at the village of Plentheim, or Blenheim.
At the cost of eleven thousand killed and wounded in the armies of
Marlborough and Eug&#232;ne, and fourteen thousand
killed and wounded on the other side, a decisive victory was
secured, Tallard himself being made prisoner, and 26 battalions and
12 squadrons capitulating as prisoners of war. 121 of the enemy's
standards and 179 colours were brought home and hung up in
Westminster Hall. Austria was saved, and Louis XIV. utterly humbled
at the time when he had expected confidently to make himself master
of the destinies of Europe. For this service Marlborough was made
by the Emperor a Prince of the Empire, and his 'Most Illustrious
Cousin' as the Prince of Mindelsheim. At home he was rewarded with
the manor of Woodstock, upon which was built for him the Palace of
Blenheim, and his pension of &#163;5000 from the Post-office was
annexed to his title. There followed other victories, of which the
series was closed with that of Malplaquet, in 1709, for which a
national thanksgiving was appointed. Then came a change over the
face of home politics. England was weary of the war, which
Marlborough was accused of prolonging for the sake of the enormous
wealth he drew officially from perquisites out of the different
forms of expenditure upon the army. The Tories gathered strength,
and in the beginning of 1712 a commission on a charge of taking
money from contractors for bread, and 2 &#189; per cent. from the
pay of foreign troops, having reported against him, Marlborough was
dismissed from all his employments. Sarah, his duchess, had also
been ousted from the Queen's favour, and they quitted England for a
time, Marlborough writing, 'Provided that my destiny does not
involve any prejudice to the public, I shall be very content with
it; and shall account myself happy in a retreat in which I may be
able wisely to reflect on the vicissitudes of this world.' It was
during this season of his unpopularity that Steele and Addison
dedicated to the Duke of Marlborough the fourth volume of the
Spectator.</paragraph>
<paragraph>7. Julius C&#230;sar.</paragraph>
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