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<title>The Spectator 274</title>
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  <number>no. 274</number>
  <date>1712-01-14</date>
  <author>Richard Steele</author>
  <quotation>Audire est opere pretium, procedere recte</quotation>
  <quotation>Qui moechis non vultis--------- Hor.<link name="(*)" url="http://meta.montclair.edu/latintexts/horace/sermonum/1horace_serm2.xml"></link></quotation>
  <translation>Hor. I Sat. ii. 37-38.</translation>
  <translation>All you who think the city ne'er can thrive</translation>
  <translation>Till every cuckold-maker's flay'd alive,</translation>
  <translation>Attend.--- Pope.</translation>
  </header>
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<paragraph>I HAVE upon several Occasions (that have occurred since I first took
into my Thoughts the present State of Fornication) weighed with my
self, in behalf of guilty females , the Impulses of Flesh and Blood
togethr with the Arts and Gallantries of crafty Men; and reflect
with some Scorn that most Part of what we in our Youth think gay
and polite, is nothing else but an Habit of indulging a Pruriency
that Way. It will cost some Labour to bring People to so lively a
Sense of this, as to recover the manly Modesty in the Behaviour of
my Men Readers and the bashful Grace in the faces of my Women; but
in all Cases which come into Debate, there are certain things
previously to be done before we can have a true Light into the
Subject Matter; therefore it will, in the first place, be necessary
to consider the impotent Wenchers and industrious Haggs, who are
supplied with, and are constantly supplying new Sacrifices to the
Devil of Lust. You are to know then, if you are so happy as not to
know it already, that the great Havock which is made in the
Habitations of Beauty and Innocence, is committed by such as can
only lay waste and not enjoy the Soil. When you observe the present
State of Vice and Virtue, the Offenders are such as one would think
should have no Impulse to what they are pursuing; as in Business,
you see sometimes Fools pretend to be Knaves, so in Pleasure, you
will find old Men set up for Wenchers. This latter sort of Men are
the great Basis and Fund of Iniquity in the Kind we are speaking
of: You shall have an old rich Man often receive Scrawls from the
several Quarters of the Town, with Descriptions of the new Wares in
their Hands, if he will please to send Word when he will be waited
on. This Interview is contrived, and the Innocent is brought to
such Indecencies as from Time to Time banish Shame and raise
Desire. With these Preparatives the Haggs break their Wards by
little and little, 'till they are brought to lose all Apprehensions
of what shall befall them in the Possession of younger Men. It is a
common Postscript of an Hagg to a young Fellow whom she invites to
a new Woman, <italic>She has, I assure you, seen none but old Mr.
Such-a-one.</italic> It pleases the old Fellow that the Nymph is brought to
him unadorned, and from his Bounty she is accommodated with enough
to dress her for other Lovers. This is the most ordinary Method of
bringing Beauty and Poverty into the Possession of the Town: But
the particular Cases of kind Keepers, skilful Pimps, and all others
who drive a separate Trade, and are not in the general Society or
Commerce of Sin, will require distinct Consideration. At the same
time that we are thus severe on the Abandoned, we are apt to
represent the Case of others with that Mitigation as the
Circumstances demand. Calling Names does no Good; to speak worse of
any thing than it deserves, does only take off from the Credit of
the Accuser, and has implicitly the Force of an Apology in the
Behalf of the Person accused. We shall therefore, according as the
Circumstances differ, vary our Appellations of these Criminals:
Those who offend only against themselves, and are not Scandals to
Society, but out of Deference to the sober Part of the World, have
so much Good left in them as to be ashamed, must not be huddled in
the common Word due to the worst of Women ; but Regard is to be had
to their Circumstances when they fell, to the uneasy Perplexity
under which they lived under senseless and severe Parents, to the
Importunity of Poverty, to the Violence of a Passion in its
Beginning well grounded, and all other Alleviations which make
unhappy Women resign the Characteristick of their Sex, Modesty. To
do otherwise than thus, would be to act like a Pedantick Stoick,
who thinks all Crimes alike, and not like an impartial SPECTATOR
who looks upon them with all the Circumstances that diminish or
enhance the Guilt. I am in Hopes, if this Subject be well pursued,
Women will hereafter from their Infancy be treated with an Eye to
their future State in the World; and not have their Tempers made
too untractable from an improper Sourness or Pride, or too
complying from Familiarity or Forwardness contracted at their own
Houses. After these Hints on this Subject, I shall end this Paper
with the following genuine Letter; and desire all who think they
may be concerned in future Speculations on this Subject, to send in
that they have to say for themselves for some Incidents in their
Lives, in order to have proper Allowances made for their Conduct.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Mr.</italic> SPECTATOR,    <italic>January</italic> 5, 1711.</paragraph>
<paragraph>The Subject of your Yesterday's
Paper is of so great Importance, and the thorough handling of it
may be so very useful to the Preservation of many an innocent young
Creature, that I think every one is obliged to furnish you with
what Lights he can, to expose the pernicious Arts and Practices of
those unnatural Women called Bawds. In order to this the enclosed
is sent you, which is <italic>verbatim</italic> the Copy of a Letter written by a
Bawd of Figure in this Town to a noble Lord. I have concealed the
Names of both, my Intention being not to expose the Persons but the
Thing.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>I am,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>SIR,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Your humble Servant.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>My Lord,</paragraph>
<paragraph>I having a great Esteem for your Honour, and a better Opinion of you than of any of
the Quality, makes me acquaint: you of an Affair that I hope will
oblige you to know. I have a Niece that came to Town about a
Fortnight ago. Her Parents being lately dead she came to me,
expecting to a found me in so good a Condition as to a set her up
in a Milliner's Shop. Her Father gave Fourscore Pounds with her
for five Years: Her Time is out, and she is not Sixteen; as pretty
a black Gentlewoman as ever you saw, a little Woman, which I know
your Lordship likes: well shaped, and as fine a Complection for Red
and White as ever I saw; I doubt not but your Lordship will be of
the same Opinion. She designs to go down about a Month hence except
I can provide for her, which I cannot at present. Her Father was
one with whom all he had died with him, so there is four Children
left destitute; so if your Lordship thinks fit to make an
Appointment where I shall wait on you with my Niece, by a Line or
two, I stay for your Answer; for I have no Place fitted up since I
left my House, fit to entertain your Honour. I told her she should
go with me to see a Gentleman a very good Friend of mine; so I
desire you to take no Notice of my Letter by reason she is ignorant
of the Ways of the Town. My Lord, I desire if you meet us to come
alone; for upon my Word and Honour you are the first that ever I
mentioned her to. So I remain,</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Your Lordship's</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Most humble Servant to Command.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>I beg of you to burn it when you've read it.</paragraph>
<paragraph>T.</paragraph>
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