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<title>The Spectator</title>
  <number>no. 190</number>
  <date>1711-10-08</date>
  <author>Richard Steele</author>
  <quotation>Servitus crescit nova--- Hor.<link name="(*)" url="http://tabula.rutgers.edu/cocoon/latintexts/horace/odes/2liber8.xml"></link></quotation>
  <translation>Hor. 2 Od. viii. 18.</translation>
  <translation>A slavery to former times unknown.</translation>
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<paragraph>SINCE I made some Reflections upon the general Negligence used
in the Case of Regard towards Women, or, in other Words, since I
talked of Wenching, I have had Epistles upon that Subject, which I
shall, for the present Entertainment, insert as they lye before me.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Mr.</italic> SPECTATOR,</paragraph>
<paragraph>As your Speculations are not confined to any Part of
Humane Life, but concern the Wicked as well as the Good, I must
desire your favourable Acceptance of what I, a poor stroling Girl
about Town, have to say to you. I was told by a Roman Catholic
Gentleman who picked me up last Week, and who, I hope, is absolved
for what passed between us; I say I was told by such a Person, who
endeavoured to convert me to his own Religion, that in Countries
where Popery prevails, besides the Advantage of licensed Stews,
there are large Endowments given for the <italic>Incurabili,</italic> I think he
called them, such as are past all Remedy, and are allowed such
Maintenance and Support as to keep them without further Care till
they expire. This manner of treating poor Sinners has, methinks,
great Humanity in it; and as you are a Person who pretend to carry
your Reflections upon all Subjects, whatever occur to you, with
Candour, and act above the Sense of what Misinterpretation you may
meet with, I beg the Favour of you to lay before all the World the
unhappy Condition of us poor Vagrants, who are really in a Way of
Labour instead of Idleness. There are Crowds of us whose Manner of
Livelihood has long ceased to be pleasing to us; and who would
willingly lead a new Life, if the Rigour of the Virtuous did not
for ever expel us from coming into the World again. As it now
happens, to the eternal Infamy of the Male Sex, Falsehood among you
is not reproachful, but Credulity in Women is infamous.</paragraph>
<paragraph>Give me Leave, Sir, to give you my History. You are to know that I am a
Daughter of a Man of a good Reputation, Tenant to a Man of Quality.
The Heir of this great House took it in his Head to cast a
favourable Eye upon me, and succeeded. I do not pretend to say he
promised me Marriage : I was not a Creature silly enough to be
taken by so foolish a Story: But he ran away with me up to this
Town; and introduced me to a grave Matron, with whom I boarded for
a Day or two with great Gravity, and was not a little pleased with
the Change of my Condition, from that of a Country Life to the
finest Company, as I believed, in the whole World. My humble
Servant made me to understand that I should be always kept in the
plentiful Condition I then enjoyed; when after a very great
Fondness towards me, he one Day took his Leave of me for four or
five Days. In the Evening of the same Day my good Landlady came to
me, and observing me very pensive began to comfort me, and with a
Smile told me I must see the World. When I was deaf to all she
could say to divert me, she began to tell me with a very frank Air
that I must be treated as I ought, and not take these squeamish
Humours upon me, for my Friend had left me to the Town; and, as
their Phrase is, she expected I would see my Company, or I must be
treated like what I had brought my self to. This put me into a Fit
of Crying: And I immediately, in a true Sense of my Condition,
threw myself on the Floor, deploring my Fate, calling upon all that
was good and sacred to succour me. While I was in all my Agony, I
observed a decrepid old Fellow come into the Room, and looking with
a Sense of Pleasure in his Face at all my Vehemence and Transport.
In a Pause of my Distress I heard him say to the shameless old
Woman who stood by me. She is certainly a new Face, or else she
acts it rarely. With that the Gentlewoman, who was making her
Market of me, in all the Turn of my Person the Heaves of my
Passion, and the suitable Changes of my Posture, took Occasion to
commend my Neck, my Shape, my Eyes, my Limbs. All this was
accompanied with such Speeches as you may have heard Horse-coursers
make in the Sale of Nags, when they are warranted for their
Soundness. You understand by this Time that I was left in a
Brothel, and exposed to the next Bidder that could purchase me of
my Patroness. This is so much the Work of Hell; the Pleasure in the
Possession of us Wenches, abates in proportion to the Degrees we go
beyond the Bounds of Innocence and no Man is gratified, if there is
nothing left for him to debauch. Well, Sir, my first Man, when I
came upon the Town, was Sir <italic>Jeoffry Foible,</italic> who was extremely
lavish to me of his Money, and took such a Fancy to me that he
would have carried me off, if my Patroness would have taken any
reasonable Terms for me: But as he was old, his Covetousness was
his strongest Passion, and poor I was soon left exposed to be the
common Refuse of all the Rakes and Debauchees in Town. 1 cannot
tell whether you will do me Justice or no, 'till I see whether you
print this or not; otherwise, as I now live with <italic>Sal,</italic> I could give
you a very just Account of who and who is together in this Town.
You perhaps won't believe it; but I know of one who pretends to be
a very good Protestant who lies with a Roman-Catholick: But more of
this hereafter, as you please me. There do come to our House the
greatest Politicians of the Age; and Sal is more shrewd than any
Body thinks: No Body can believe that such wise Men could go to
Bawdy-houses out of idle Purposes; I have heard them often talk of
<italic>Augustus</italic> Caesar, who had Intrigues with the Wives of Senators, not
out of Wantonness but Stratagem.</paragraph>
<paragraph>It is a thousand Pities you should
be so severely virtuous as I fear you are; otherwise, after a Visit
or two, you would soon understand that we Women of the Town are not
such useless Correspondents as you may imagine: You have
undoubtedly heard that it was a Courtesan who discovered <italic>Cataline's</italic>
Conspiracy. If you print this I'll tell you more; and am in the
mean time,</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>SIR,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Your most humble Servant,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>REBECCA NETTLETOP.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Mr.</italic> SPECTATOR,</paragraph>
<paragraph>I am an idle young Woman that would work for my
Livelihood, but that I am kept in such a Manner as I cannot stir
out. My Tyrant is an old jealous Fellow, who allows me nothing to
appear in. I have but one Shooe and one Slipper; no Head-dress, and
no upper Petticoat. As you set up for a Reformer, I desire you
would take me out of this wicked Way, and keep me your self.</paragraph>
<paragraph>EVE AFTERDAY.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Mr.</italic> SPECTATOR,</paragraph>
<paragraph>I am to complain to you of a Set of
impertinent Coxcombs, who visit the Apartments of us Women of the
Town, only, as they call it, to see the World. I must confess to
you, this to Men of Delicacy might have an Effect to cure them; but
as they are stupid, noisy and drunken Fellows, it tends only to
make Vice in themselves, as they think, pleasant and humourous, and
at the same Time nauseous in us. I shall, Sir, hereafter from Time
to Time give you the Names of these Wretches who pretend to enter
our Houses meerly as Spectators. These Men think it Wit to use us
ill: Pray tell them, however worthy we are of such Treatment, it is
unworthy them to be guilty of it towards us. Pray, Sir, take Notice
of this, and pity the Oppressed: I wish we could add to it, the
Innocent.</paragraph>
<paragraph>T.</paragraph>
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