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<title>The Spectator 263</title>
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  <number>no. 263</number>
  <date>1712-01-01</date>
  <author>Richard Steele</author>
  <quotation>Gratulor quod cum quem necesse erat diligere, qualiscunque esset, talem</quotation>
  <quotation>habemus ut libenter quoque diligamus.--Trebonius apud Tull.</quotation>
  <translation>Cicero. Epistulae ad Familiares, 12. 16. I.</translation>
  <translation>I am glad that he whom I must have loved from duty, whatever he had</translation>
  <translation>been, is such a one as I can love from inclination.</translation>
  </header>
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<paragraph><italic>Mr.</italic> SPECTATOR,</paragraph>
<paragraph>I AM the happy Father of a very towardly Son, in whom I do not only see
my Life, but also my Manner of Life, renewed. It would be extremely
beneficial to Society, if you would frequently resume Subjects
which serve to bind these sort of Relations faster, and endear the
Ties of Blood with those of Good-will, Protection, Observance,
Indulgence, and Veneration. I would, methinks, have this done after
an uncommon Method, and do not think anyone, who is not capable of
writing a good Play, fit to undertake a Work wherein there will
necessarily occur so many secret Instincts, and Biasses of human
Nature which would pass unobserved by common Eyes. I thank Heaven I
have no outrageous Offence against my own excellent Parents to
answer for; but when I am now and then alone, and look back upon my
past Life, from my earliest Infancy to this Time, there are many
Faults which I committed that did not appear to me, even till 1 my
self became a Father. I had not till then a Notion of the Earnings
of Heart, which a Man has when he sees his Child do a laudable
Thing, or the sudden Damp which seizes him when he fears he will
act something unworthy. It is not to be imagined, what a Remorse
touched me for a long Train of childish Negligencies of my Mother,
when I saw my Wife the other Day look out of the Window, and turn
as pale as Ashes upon seeing my younger Boy sliding upon the Ice.
These slight Intimations will give you to understand, that there
are numberless little Crimes which Children take Do notice of while
they are doing, which upon Reflection, when they shall themselves
become Fathers, they will look upon with the utmost Sorrow and
Contrition, that they did not regard, before those whom they
offended were to be no more seen. How many thousand Things do I
remember, which would have highly pleased my Father, and I omitted
for no other Reason, but that I thought what he proposed the Effect
of Humour and old Age, which I am now convinced had Reason and good
Sense in it. I cannot now go into the Parlour to him, and make his
Heart glad with an Account of a Matter which was of no Consequence,
but that I told it, and acted in it. The good Man and Woman are
long since in their Graves, who used to sit and plot the Welfare of
us their Children, while, perhaps, we were sometimes laughing at
the old Folks at another End of the House. The Truth of it is, were
we merely to follow Nature in these great Duties of Life, tho' we
have a strong Instinct towards the performing of them, we should be
on both Sides very deficient Age is so unwelcome to the Generality
of Mankind, and Growth towards Manhood so desirable to an, that
Resignation to Decay is too difficult a Task in the Father; and
Deference, amidst the Impulse of gay Desires, appears unreasonable
to the Son. There are so few who can grow old with a good Grace,
and yet fewer who can come slow enough into the World, that a
Father, were he to be actuated by his Desires, and a Son, were he
to consult himself only, could neither of them behave himself as he
ought to the other. But when Reason interposes against Instinct,
where it would carry either out of the Interests of the other,
there arises that happiest Intercourse of good Offices between
those dearest Relations of human Life. The Father, according to the
Opportunities which are offered to him, is throwing down Blessings
on the Son, and the Son endeavouring to appear the worthy Offspring
of such a Father. It is after this manner that <italic>Camillus</italic> and his
first-born dwell together. <italic>Camillus</italic> enjoys a pleasing and indolent
old Age, in which Passion is subdued, and Reason exalted. He waits
the Day of his Dissolution with a Resignation mixed with Delight,
and the Son fears the Accession of his Father's Fortune with
Diffidence, lest he should not enjoy or become it as well as his
Predecessor. Add to this, that the Father knows he leaves a Friend
to the Children of his Friends, an easie Landlord. to his Tenants,
and an agreeable Companion to his Acquaintance. He believes his
Son's Behaviour will make him frequently remembered, but never
wanted. This Commerce is so well cemented, that without the Pomp of
saying, <italic>Son, be a Friend to such a one when I am gone; Camillus</italic>
knows, being in his Favour, is Direction enough to the grateful
Youth who is to succeed him, without the Admonition of his
mentioning it. These Gentlemen are honoured in all their
Neighbourhood, and the same Effect which the Court has on the
Manner of a Kingdom, their Characters have on all who live within
the Influence of them.</paragraph>
<paragraph>My Son and I are not of Fortune to
communicate our good Actions or Intentions to so many as these
Gentlemen do; but I will be bold to say, my Son has, by the
Applause and Approbation which his Behaviour towards me has gained
him, occasioned that many an old Man, besides my self, has
rejoiced. Other Men's Children follow the Example of mine, and I
have the inexpressible Happiness ofverhearing our Neighbours, as we
ride by, point to their Children, and say, with a Voice of Joy ,
There they go.</paragraph>
<paragraph>You cannot, <italic>Mr.</italic> SPECTATOR, pass your time better
than insinuating the Delights which these Relations well regarded
bestow upon each other. Ordinary Passions are no longer such, but
mutual Love gives an Importance to the most indifferent things, and
a Merit to Actions the most insignificant. When we look round the
World, and observe the many Misunderstandings which are created by
the Malice and Insinuation of the meanest Servants between People
thus related, how necessary will it appear that it were inculcated
that Men would be upon their Guard to support a Constancy of
Affection, and that grounded upon the Principles of Reason, not the
Impulses of Instinct.</paragraph>
<paragraph>It is from the common Prejudices which Men
receive from their Parents, that Hatreds are kept alive from one
Generation to another; and when Men act by Instinct, Hatreds will
descend when good Offices are forgotten. For the Degeneracy of
human Life is such, that our Anger is more easily transferred to
our Children than our Love. Love always gives something to the
Object it delights in, and anger spoils the Person against whom it
is moved of something laudable in him: From this Degeneracy
therefore, and a sort of Self-Love, we are more prone to take up
the Ill-will of our Parents, than to follow them in their
Friendships.</paragraph>
<paragraph>One would think there should need no more to make Men
keep up this sort of Relation with the utmost Sanctity, than to
examine their own Hearts. If every Father remembred his own
Thoughts and Inclinations when he was a Son, and every Son
remembred what he expected from his Father, when he himself was in
a State of Dependance, this one Reflection would preserve Men from
being dissolute or rigid in these several Capacities. The Power and
Subjection between them, when broken, make them more emphatically
Tyrants and Rebels against each other, with greater Cruelty of
Heart, than the Disruption of States and Empires can possibly
produce. I shall end this Application to you with two Letters which
passed between a Mother and Son very lately, and are as follows.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Dear</italic> FRANK,</paragraph>
<paragraph>If the Pleasures, which I have the Grief to hear you
pursue in Town, do not take up all your Time, do not deny your
Mother so much of it, as to read seriously this Letter. You said
before Mr. <italic>Letacre,</italic> that an old Woman might live very well in the
Country upon half my Jointure, and that your Father was a fond Fool
to give me a Rent-Charge of Eight hundred a Year to the Prejudice
of his Son. What <italic>Letacre</italic> said to you upon that Occasion, you ought
to have born with more Decency, as he was your Father's
well-beloved Servant, than to have called him <italic>Country-put.</italic> In the
first place, <italic>Frank,</italic> I must tell you, I will have my Rent duly paid,
for I will make up to your Sisters for the Partiality I was guilty
of, in making your Father do so much as he has done for you. I may,
it seems, live upon half my Jointure! I lived upon much less,
<italic>Frank,</italic> when I carried you from Place to Place in these Arms, and
could neither eat, dress, or mind any thing for feeding and tending
you a weakly Child, and shedding Tears when the Convulsions you
were then troubled with returned upon you. By my Care you outgrew
them, to throwaway the Vigour of your Youth in the Arms of Harlots,
and deny your Mother what is not yours to detain. Both your Sisters
are crying to see the Passion which I smother; but if you please to
go on thus like a Gentleman of the Town, and forget all Regards to
your self and Family, I shall immediately enter upon your Estate
for the Arrear due to me, and without one Tear more contemn you for
forgetting the Fondness of your Mother, as much as you have the
Example of your Father. O <italic>Frank,</italic> do I live to omit writing myself,</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Your Affectionate Mother,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>A.T.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>MADAM,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>I will come down tomorrow
and pay the Money on my Knees. Pray write so no more. I will take
care you never shall, for I will be for ever hereafter,</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Your most dutiful Son,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>F .T.</paragraph>
<paragraph>I will bring down new Heads for my Sisters. Pray let all, be forgotten.</paragraph>
<paragraph>T.</paragraph>
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