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<title>The Spectator</title>
  <number>no. 184</number>
  <date>1711-10-01</date>
  <author>Joseph Addison</author>
  <quotation>----Opere in longo fas est obrepere somnum.----Hor.</quotation>
  <translation>Hor. Ars Poet. v. 360.</translation>
  <translation>---Who labours long may be allowed sleep.</translation>
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<paragraph>WHEN a Man has discovered a new Vein
of Humour, it often carries him much further than he expected from
it. My Correspondents take the Hint I give them, and pursue it into
Speculations which I never thought of at my first starting it. This
has been the Fate of my Paper on the Match of Grinning, which has
already produced a second Paper on parallel Subjects, and brought
me the following Letter by the last Post. I shall not premise any
thing to it further than that it is built on Matter of Fact, and is
as follows.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>SIR,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>You have already obliged the World with a
Discourse upon Grinning, and have since proceeded to Whistling,
from whence you [at length came<footnote name="(1)" url="../october_footnotes/footnote184.xml"></footnote>] to Yawning; from this, I
think, you may make a very natural Transition to Sleeping. I
therefore recommend to you for the Subject of a Paper the following
Advertisement, which about two Months ago was given into every
Body's Hands, and may be seen with some Additions in the <italic>Daily
Courant</italic> of <italic>August</italic> the Ninth.</paragraph>
<paragraph>Nicholas Hart,<footnote name="(2)" url="../october_footnotes/footnote184.xml"></footnote><italic>who slept last Year
in St.</italic> Bartholomew's <italic>Hospital, intends to sleep this Year at the</italic>
Cock and Bottle <italic>in</italic> Little-Britain.</paragraph>
<paragraph>Having since inquired into the
Matter of Fact, I find that the above-mentioned <italic>Nicholas Hart</italic> is
every Year seized with a periodical Fit of Sleeping; which begins
upon the Fifth of <italic>August,</italic> and ends on the Eleventh of the same
Month: That</paragraph>
<quotation>On the First of that Month he grew dull;</quotation>
<quotation>On the Second, appeared drowsy;</quotation>
<quotation>On the Third, fell a yawning;</quotation>
<quotation>On the Fourth, began to nod;</quotation>
<quotation>On the Fifth, dropped asleep;</quotation>
<quotation>On the Sixth, was heard to snore;</quotation>
<quotation>On the Seventh, turned himself in his Bed;</quotation>
<quotation>On the Eighth, recovered his former Posture;</quotation>
<quotation>On the Ninth fell a stretching;</quotation>
<quotation>On the Tenth about Midnight, awaked;</quotation>
<quotation>n the Eleventh in the Morning called for a little Small-Beer.</quotation>
<paragraph>This Account I have extracted out
of the Journal of this sleeping Worthy, as it has been faithfully
kept by a Gentleman of <italic>Lincoln's-Inn,</italic> who has undertaken to be his
Historiographer. I have sent it to you, not only as it represents
the Actions of <italic>Nicholas Hart,</italic> but as it seems a very natural
Picture of the Life of many an honest<italic> English</italic> Gentleman, whose
whole History very often consists of Yawning, Nodding, Stretching,
Turning, Sleeping, Drinking, and the like extraordinary
Particulars. I do not question, Sir, that, if you pleased, you
could put out an Advertisement not unlike [the<footnote name="(3)" url="../october_footnotes/footnote184.xml"></footnote>]
above-men-tioned, of several Men of Figure; that Mr. <italic>John</italic> such-a-one,
Gentleman, or <italic>Thomas</italic> such-a-one, Esquire, who slept in the Country
last Summer, intends to sleep in Town this Winter. The worst of it
is, that the drowsy Part of our Species is chiefly made up of very
honest Gentlemen, who live quietly among their Neighbours, without
ever disturbing the publick Peace: They are Drones without Stings.
I could heartily wish, that several turbulent, restless, ambitious
Spirits, would for awhile change Places with these good Men, and
enter themselves into <italic>Nicholas Hart's</italic> Fraternity. Could one but lay
asleep a few busy Heads which I could name, from the First of
<italic>November</italic> next to the First of <italic>May</italic> ensuing,<footnote name="(4)" url="../october_footnotes/footnote184.xml"></footnote> I question not but
it would very much redound to the Quiet of particular Persons, as
well as to the Benefit of the Publick.</paragraph>
<paragraph>But to return to <italic>Nicholas Hart:</italic> I believe, Sir, you will think it a very extraordinary
Circumstance for a Man to gain his Livelihood by Sleeping, and that
Rest should procure a Man Sustenance as well as Industry; yet so it
is that <italic>Nicholas</italic> got last Year enough to Support himself for a
Twelvemonth. I am likewise informed that he has this Year had a
very comfortable Nap. The Poets value themselves very much for
sleeping on <italic>Parnassus,</italic> but I never heard they got a Groat by it: On
the contrary, our Friend Nicholas gets more by Sleeping than he
could by Working, and may be more properly said, than ever <italic>Homer</italic>
was, to have had Golden Dreams. <italic>Juvenal</italic> indeed mentions a drowsy
Husband who raised an Estate by Snoring, but then he is represented
to have slept what the common People call a Dog's Sleep; or if his
Sleep was real, his Wife was awake, and about her Business. Your
Pen, [which<footnote name="(5)" url="../october_footnotes/footnote184.xml"></footnote>] loves to moralize upon all Subjects, may raise
something, methinks, on this Circumstance also, and point out to us
those Sets of Men, who instead of growing rich by an honest
Industry, recommend themselves to the Favours of the Great, by
making themselves agreeable Companions in the Participations of
Luxury and Pleasure.</paragraph>
<paragraph>I must further acquaint you, Sir, that one of
the most eminent Pens in <italic>Grub-street</italic> is now employed in Writing the
Dream of this miraculous Sleeper, which I hear will be of a more
than ordinary Length, as it must contain all the particulars that
are supposed to have passed in his Imagination during so long a
Sleep. He is said to have gone already through three Days and
[three] Nights of it, and to have comprised in them the most
remarkable Passages of the four first Empires of the World. If he
can keep free from Party-Strokes, his Work may be of Use; but this
I much doubt, having been informed by one of his Friends and
Confidents, that he has spoken some things of <italic>Nimrod</italic> with too great
Freedom.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>I am ever, Sir, &#38;c.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>L.</paragraph>

<paragraph>1. [are at length come]</paragraph>
<paragraph>2. Nicholas Hart, born at Leyden, was at this time 22 years old, one
of ten children of a learned mathematician who for two years had
been a tutor to King William. Nicholas was a sailor from the age of
twelve, and no scholar, although he spoke French, Dutch, and
English. He was a patient at St. Bartholomew's for stone and gravel
some weeks before, and on the 3rd of August, 1711, set his mark to
an account of himself, when he expected to fall asleep on the fifth
of August, two days later, His account was also signed by 'William
Hill, Sen, No, I. Lincoln's Inn,' the 'Gentleman of Lincoln's Inn,'
presently alluded to.</paragraph>
<paragraph>3. [that]</paragraph>
<paragraph>4. That is, when Parliament is sitting.</paragraph>
<paragraph>5. [that]</paragraph>
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