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<title>The Spectator</title>
  <number>no. 175</number>
  <date>1711-09-20</date>
  <author>Eustace Budgell</author>
  <quotation>Proximus &#224; tectis ignis defenditur agre:---Ov. Rem. Am.</quotation>
  <translation>Ovid. Rem. Am. v. 625.</translation>
  <translation>To save your house from neighb'ring fire is hard. --Tate.</translation>
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<paragraph>I SHALL this Day entertain my Readers with two or three Letters I have
received from my Correspondents: The first discovers to me a
Species of Females which have hitherto escaped my Notice, and is as
follows.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Mr.</italic> SPECTATOR,</paragraph>
<paragraph>I am a young Gentleman of a competent
Fortune, and a sufficient Taste of Learning, to spend five or six
Hours every Day very agreeably among my Books. That I might have
nothing to divert me from my Studies, and to avoid the Noises of
Coaches and Chair-men, I have taken Lodgings in a very narrow
Street, not far from <italic>Whitehall;</italic> but it is my Misfortune to be so
posted, that my Lodgings are directly opposite to those of a
<italic>Jezebel.</italic> You are to know, Sir, that a <italic>Jezebel</italic> (so call'd by the
Neighbourhood from displaying her pernicious Charms at her Window)
appears constantly dress'd at her Sash, and has a thousand little
Tricks and Fooleries to attract the Eyes of all the idle young
Fellows in the Neighbourhood. I have seen more than six Persons at
once from their several Windows observing the <italic>Jezebel</italic> I am now
complaining of. I at first looked on her my self with the highest
Contempt, could divert my self with her Airs for half an Hour, and
afterwards take up my <italic>Plutarch</italic> with great Tranquillity of Mind; but
was a little vexed to find that in less than a Month she had
considerably stoln upon my Time, so that I resolved to look at her
no more. But the Jezebel, who, as I suppose, might think it a
Diminution to her Honour, to have the Number of her Gazers
lessen'd, resolved not to part with me so, and began to play so
many new Tricks at her Window, that it was impossible for me to
forbear observing her. I verily believe she put her self to the
Expence of a new Wax Baby on purpose to plague me; she us'd to
dandle and play with this Figure as impertinently as if it had been
a real Child: sometimes she would let fall a Glove or a Pin Cushion
in the Street, and shut or open her Casement three or four times in
a Minute. When I had almost wean'd my self from this, she came in
her Shift-Sleeves, and dress'd at the Window. I had no Way left but
to let down my Curtains, which I submitted to, though it
considerably darkned my Room, and was pleased to think that I had
at last got the better of her; but was surpriz'd the next Morning
to hear her talking out of her Window quite cross the Street, with
another Woman that lodges over me: I am since informed, that she
made her a Visit, and got acquainted with her within three Hours
after the Fall of my Window Curtains.</paragraph>
<paragraph>Sir, I am plagued every
Moment in the Day one way or other in my own Chambers; and the
<italic>Jezebel</italic> has the Satisfaction to know, that, tho' I am not looking
at her, I am list'ning to her impertinent Dialogues that pass over
my Head. I would immediately change my Lodgings, but that I think
it might look like a plain Confession that I am conquer'd; and
besides this, I am told that most Quarters of the Town are infested
with these Creatures. If they are so, I am sure 'tis such an Abuse,
as a Lover of Learning and Silence ought to take notice of.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>I am, SIR,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Yours, &#38;c.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>I am afraid, by some Lines in this Letter, that
my young Student is touched with a Distemper which he hardly seems
to dream of, and is too far gone in it to receive Advice. However,
I shall animadvert in due time on the Abuse which he mentions,
having my self observed a Nest of <italic>Jezebels</italic> near the Temple, who
make it their Diversion to draw up the Eyes of young Templars, that
at the Same time they may see them stumble in an unlucky Gutter
which runs under the Window.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Mr.</italic> SPECTATOR,</paragraph>
<paragraph>I have lately read the
Conclusion of your forty-seventh Speculation upon <italic>Butts</italic> with great
Pleasure, and have ever since been thoroughly perswaded that one of
those Gentlemen is extreamly necessary to enliven Conversation, I
had an Entertainment last Week upon the Water for a Lady to whom I
make my Addresses, with several of our Friends of both Sexes. To
divert the Company in general, and to shew my Mistress in
particular my Genius for Raillery, I took one of the most
celebrated <italic>Butts</italic> in Town along with me. It is with the utmost Shame
and Confusion that I must acquaint you with the Sequel of my
Adventure: As soon as we were got into the Boat, I played a
Sentence or two at my <italic>Butt</italic> which I thought very smart, when my ill
Genius, who I verily believe inspir'd him purely for my
Destruction, suggested to him such a Reply, as got all the Laughter
on his Side. I was dashed at so unexpected a Turn; which the Butt
perceiving, resolved not to let me recover my self, and pursuing
his Victory, rallied and tossed me in a most unmerciful and
barbarous manner 'till we came to <italic>Chelsea.</italic> I had some small Success
while we were eating Cheese-Cakes; but coming Home, he renewed his
Attacks with his former good Fortune, and equal Diversion to the
whole Company. In short, Sir, I must Ingenuously own that I was
never so handled in all my Life; and to compleat my Misfortune, I
am since told that the <italic>Butt,</italic> flushed with his late Victory, has
made a Visit or two to the dear Object of my Wishes, so that I am
at once in danger of losing all my Pretensions to Wit, and my
Mistress [into<footnote name="(1)" url="../september_footnotes/footnote175.xml"></footnote>] the Bargain. This, Sir, is a true Account of my
present Troubles, which you are the more obliged to assist me in,
as you were your self in a great measure the Cause of them, by
recommending to us an Instrument, and not instructing us at the
same time how to play upon it.</paragraph>
<paragraph>I have been thinking whether it
might not be highly convenient, that all <italic>Butts</italic> should wear an
Inscription affixed to some Part of their Bodies, shewing on which
Side they are to be come at, and that if any of them are Persons of
unequal Tempers, there should be some Method taken to inform the ,
World at what Time it is safe to attack them, and when you had best
to let them alone. But, submitting these Matters to your more
serious Consideration,</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>I am, SIR,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Yours, &#38;c.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>I have, indeed, seen and heard of several young Gentlemen under the same Misfortune
with my present. Correspondent. The best Rule I can lay down for
them to avoid the like Calamities for the future, is thoroughly to
consider not only <italic>Whether their Companions are weak,</italic> but <italic>Whether
themselves are Wits.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>The following Letter comes to me from <italic>Exeter,</italic>
and being credibly informed that what it contains is Matter of
Fact, I shall give it my Reader as it was sent me.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Mr.</italic> SPECTATOR, <italic>Exeter, Sept. 7.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>You were pleased in a late Speculation to take
notice of the Inconvenience we lie under in the Country, in not
being able to keep Pace with the Fashion: But there is another
Misfortune which we are subject to, and is no less grievous than
the former, which has hitherto escaped your Observation. I mean,
the having Things palmed upon us for <italic>London</italic> Fashions, which were
never once heard of there.</paragraph>
<paragraph>A Lady of this Place had some time since
a Box of the newest Ribbons sent down by the Coach: Whether it was
her own malicious Invention, or the Wantonness of a <italic>London</italic>
Milliner, I am not able to inform you; but, among the rest, there
was one Cherry-coloured Ribbon consisting of about half a Dozen
Yards, made up in the Figure of a small Head-Dress. The foresaid
Lady had the Assurance to affirm, amidst a Circle of Female
Inquisitors, who were present at the opening of the Box. that this
was the newest Fashion worn at Court. Accordingly the next <italic>Sunday</italic>
we had several Females. who came to Church with their Heads dress'd
wholly in Ribbons. and looked like so many Victims ready to be
Sacrificed. This is still a reigning Mode among us. At the same
time we have a Set of Gentlemen who take the Liberty to appear in
all Publick Places without any Buttons to their Coats, which they
supply with several little Silver Hasps, tho' our freshest Advices
from <italic>London</italic> make no mention of any such Fashion; and we are
something shy of affording Matter to the Button-Makers of a second
Petition.<footnote name="(2)" url="../september_footnotes/footnote175.xml"></footnote></paragraph>
<paragraph>What I would humbly propose to the Publick is, that
there may be a Society erected in <italic>London,</italic> to consist. of the most
skilful Persons of both Sexes, for the <italic>Inspection of Modes and
Fashions;</italic> and that hereafter no Person or Persons shall presume to
appear singularly habited in any Part of the Country, without a
Testimonial from the foresaid Society, that their Dress is
answerable to the Mode at <italic>London.</italic> By this means, Sir, we shall know
a little whereabout we are.</paragraph>
<paragraph>If you could bring this Matter to bear, you would very much oblige great
Numbers of your Country Friends, and among the rest,</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Your very Humble Servant,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>Jack Modish.</paragraph>
<paragraph>X.</paragraph>

<paragraph>1. [in]</paragraph>
<paragraph>2. In 1609 the Button-Makers sent a petition to Parliament,
which produced the Act of the 8th year of Anne (1709) framed
because 'the maintenance and subsistence of many thousands of men,
women and children depends upon the making of silk, mohair, gimp,
and thread buttons, and button-holes with the needle,' and these
have been ruined by 'a late unforeseen practice of making and
binding button-holes with cloth, serge,' &#38;c.</paragraph>
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