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<title>The Spectator</title>
  <number>no. 196</number>
  <date>1711-10-15</date>
  <author>Richard Steele</author>
  <quotation>Est Ulubris, animus si te non deficit &#230;quus.--- Hor.<link name="(*)" url="http://tabula.rutgers.edu/cocoon/latintexts/horace/epistulae/1epistula11.xml"></link></quotation>
  <translation>Hor. I Ep. xi. 30.</translation>
  <translation>True happiness is to no place confined,</translation>
  <translation>But still is found in a contented mind.</translation>
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<paragraph><italic>Mr.</italic> SPECTATOR,</paragraph>
<paragraph>THERE is a particular Fault which I have observed in most of the Moralists in all Ages,
and that is, that they are always professing themselves, and
teaching others to be happy. This State is not to be arrived at in
this Life, therefore I would recommend to you to talk in an humbler
Strain than your Predecessors have done, and instead of presuming
to be happy, instruct us only to be easy. The Thoughts of him who
would be discreet, and aim at practicable things, should turn upon
allaying our Pain rather than promoting our Joy. Great Inquietude
is to be avoided, but great Felicity is not to be attained. The
great Lesson is &#198;quanimity, a Regularity of Spirit, which is a
little above Chearfulness and below Mirth. Chearfulness is always
to be supported if a Man is out of Pain, but Mirth to a prudent Man
should always be accidental: It should naturally arise out of the
Occasion, and the Occasion seldom be laid for it j for those
Tempers who want Mirth to be pleased, are like the Constitutions
which flag without the use of Brandy. Therefore, I say, let your
Precept be, <italic>Be easy.</italic> That Mind is dissolute and ungoverned, which
must be hurried out of it self by loud Laughter or sensual
Pleasure, or else [be<footnote name="(1)" url="../october_footnotes/footnote196.xml"></footnote>] wholly unactive.</paragraph>
<paragraph>There are a Couple of old Fellows of my Acquaintance who meet every Day and smoak a Pipe,
and by their mutual Love to each other, tho' they have been Men of
Business and Bustle in the World, enjoy a greater Tranquility than
either could have worked himself into by any Chapter of Seneca.
Indolence of Body and Mind, when we aim at no more, is very
frequently enjoyed; but the very Enquiry after Happiness has
something restless in it, which a Man who lives in a Series of
temperate Meals, friendly Conversations, and easy Slumbers, gives
himself no Trouble about. While Men of Refinement are talking of
Tranquility, he possesses it.</paragraph>
<paragraph>What I would by these broken Expressions recommend to you, <italic>Mr.</italic> SPECTATOR, is, that you would
speak of the Way of Life, which plain Men may pursue, to fill up
the Spaces of Time with Satisfaction. It is a lamentable
Circumstance, that Wisdom, or, as you call it, Philosophy, should
furnish Ideas only for the Learned; and that a Man must be a
Philosopher to know how to pass away his Time agreeably. It would
therefore be worth your Pains to place in an handsome Light the
Relations and Affinities among Men, which render their Conversation
with each other so grateful, that the highest Talents give but an
impotent Pleasure in Comparison with them. You may find
Descriptions and Discourses which will render the Fire-side of an
honest Artificer as entertaining as your own Club is to you.
Good-nature has an endless Source of Pleasure in it; and the
Representation of domestick Life, filled with its natural
Gratifications, (instead of the necessary Vexations which are
generally insisted upon in the Writings of the Witty) will be a
very good Office to Society.</paragraph>
<paragraph>The Vicissitudes of Labour and Rest in
the lower Part of Mankind, make their Being pass away with that
Sort of Relish which we express by the Word Comfort; and should be
treated of by you, who are a SPECTATOR, as well as such Subjects
which appear indeed more speculative, but are less instructive. In
a word, Sir, I would have you turn your Thoughts to the Advantage
of such as want you most; and shew that Simplicity, Innocence,
Industry and Temperance, are Arts which lead to Tranquility, as
much as Learning, Wisdom, Knowledge, and Contemplation.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>I am, Sir,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Your most Humble Servant,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>T. B.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Mr.</italic> SPECTATOR, <italic>Hackney,</italic> [<italic>October</italic> 12.<footnote name="(2)" url="../october_footnotes/footnote196.xml"></footnote>]</paragraph>
<paragraph>I am the young Woman whom you did so much Justice to some time
ago, in acknowledging that I am perfect Mistress of the Fan, and
use it with the utmost Knowledge and Dexterity. Indeed the World,
as malicious as it is, will allow, that from an Hurry of Laughter I
recollect my self the most suddenly, make a Curtesie, and let fall
my Hands before me, closing my Fan at the same instant, the best of
any Woman in <italic>England.</italic> I am not a little delighted that I have had
your Notice and Approbation; and however other young Women may
rally me out of Envy, I triumph in it, and demand a Place in your
Friendship. You must therefore permit me to lay before you the
present State of my Mind. I was reading your <italic>Spectator</italic> of the 9th
Instant, and thought the Circumstance of the Ass divided between
two Bundles of Hay which equally affected his Senses, was a lively
Representation of my present Condition: For you are to know that I
am extremely enamoured with two young Gentlemen who at this Time
pretend to me. One must hide nothing when one is asking Advice,
therefore I will own to you, that I am very amorous and very
covetous. My Lover <italic>Will</italic> is very rich, and my Lover <italic>Tom</italic> very
handsome. I can have either of them when I please; but when I
debate the Question in my own Mind, I cannot take <italic>Tom</italic> for fear of
losing <italic>Will's</italic> Estate, nor enter upon <italic>Will's</italic> Estate, and bid adieu
to <italic>Tom's</italic> Person. I am very young, and yet no one in the World, dear
Sir, has the main Chance more in her Head than myself. <italic>Tom</italic> is the
gayest, the blithest Creature! He dances well, is very civil, and
diverting at all Hours and Seasons: Oh he is the Joy of my Eyes!
But then again <italic>Will</italic> is so very rich and careful of the Main. How
many pretty Dresses does <italic>Tom</italic> appear in to charm me! But then it
immediately occurs to me, that a Man of his Circumstances is so
much the poorer. Upon the whole I have at last examined both these
Desires of Love and Avarice, and upon strictly weighing the Matter
I begin to think I shall be covetous longer than fond; therefore if
you have nothing to say to the contrary, I shall take <italic>Will.</italic> Alas,
poor <italic>Tom!</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Your Humble Servant,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>BIDDY LOVELESS.</paragraph>
<paragraph>T.</paragraph>

<paragraph>1. [is]</paragraph>
<paragraph>2. [<italic>the</italic> 12<italic>th</italic> of <italic>October.</italic>]</paragraph>
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