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<title>The Spectator</title>
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  <number>no. 178</number>
  <date>1711-09-24</date>
  <author>Richard Steele</author>
  <quotation>Comis in uxorem--- Hor.</quotation>
  <translation>Hor. 2 Ep. ii. 133.</translation>
  <translation>Civil to his wife. --Pope</translation>
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<paragraph>I CANNOT defer taking Notice of this Letter.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Mr.</italic> SPECTATOR,</paragraph>
<paragraph>I am but too good a Judge of your Paper of the 15th instant, which is
a Master-piece; I mean that of Jealousy: But I think it unworthy of
you to speak of that Torture in the Breast of a Man, and not to
mention also the Pangs of it in the Heart of a Woman. You have very
Judiciously, and with the greatest Penetration imaginable,
considered it as Woman is the Creature of whom the Diffidence is
raised; but not a Word of a Man who is so unmerciful as to move
Jealousy in his Wife, and not care whether she is so or not. It is
possible you may not believe there are such Tyrants in the World;
but alas, I can tell you of a Man who is ever out of Humour in his
Wife's Company, and the pleasantest Man in the World every where
else; the greatest Sloven at home when he appears to none but his
Family, and most exactly well-dressed in all other Places. Alas,
Sir, is it of Course, that to deliver one's self wholly into a
Man's Power without Possibility of Appeal to any other Jurisdiction
but to his own Reflections, is so little an Obligation to a
Gentleman, that he can be offended and fall into a Rage, because my
Heart swells Tears into my Eyes when I see him in a cloudy Mood? I
pretend to no Succour, and hope for no Relief but from himself; and
yet he that has Sense and Justice in every thing else, never
reflects, that to come home only to sleep off an Intemperance, and
spend all the Time he is there as if it were a Punishment, cannot
but give the Anguish of a jealous Mind. He always leaves his Home
as if he were going to Court, and returns as if he were entring a
Gaol. I could add to this, that from his Company and his usual
Discourse, he does not scruple being thought an abandoned Man, as
to his Morals. Your own Imagination Will say enough to you
concerning the Condition of me his Wife; and I wish you would be so
good as to represent to him, for he is not ill-natured, and reads
you much, that the Moment I hear the Door shut after him, I throw
myself upon my Bed, and drown the Child he is so fond of with my
Tears, and often frighten it with my Cries; that I curse my Being;
that I run to my Glass all over bathed in Sorrows, and help the
Utterance of my inward Anguish by beholding the Gush of my own
Calamities as my Tears fall from my Eyes. This looks like an
imagined Picture to tell you, but indeed this is one of my
Pastimes. Hitherto I have only told you the general Temper of my
Mind, but how shall I give you an Account of the Distraction of it?
Could you but conceive how cruel I am one Moment in my Resentment,
and at the ensuing Minute, when I place him in the Condition my
Anger would bring him to, how compassionate; it would give you some
Notion how miserable I am, and how little I deserve it. When I
remonstrate with the greatest Gentleness that is possible against
unhandsome Appearances, and that married Persons are under
particular Rules; when he is in the best Humour to receive this, I
am answered only, That I expose my own Reputation and Sense if I
appear jealous. I wish, good Sir, you would take this into serious
Consideration, and admonish Husbands and Wives what Terms they
ought to keep towards each other. Your Thoughts on this important
Subject will have the greatest Reward, that which descends on such
as feel the Sorrows of the Afflicted. Give me leave to subscribe my
self,</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Your unfortunate</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>humble Servant,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>CELINDA.</paragraph>
<paragraph>I had it in my Thoughts, before I received the Letter of this Lady, to consider
this dreadful Passion in the Mind of a Woman; and the Smart she
seems to feel does not abate the Inclination I had to recommend to
Husbands a more regular Behaviour, than to give the most exquisite
of Torments to those who love them, nay whose Torment would be
abated if they did not love them.</paragraph>
<paragraph>It is wonderful to observe how
little is made of this inexpressible Injury, and how easily Men get
into a Habit of being least agreeable where they are most obliged
to be so. But this Subject deserves a distinct Speculation, and I
shall observe for a Day or two the Behaviour of two or three happy
Pair I am acquainted with, before I pretend to make a System of
Conjugal Morality. I design in the first Place to go a few Miles
out of Town, and there I know where to meet one who practises all
the Parts of a fine Gentleman in the Duty of an Husband. When he
was a Batchelor much Business made him particularly negligent in
his Habit; but now there is no young Lover Jiving so exact in the
Care of his Person. One who asked why he was so long washing his
Mouth, and so delicate in the Choice and Wearing of his Linen, was
answered, because there is a Woman of Merit obliged to receive me
kindly, and I think it incumbent upon me to make her Inclination go
along with her Duty.</paragraph>
<paragraph>If a Man would give himself leave to think, he
would not be so unreasonable as to expect Debauchery and Innocence
could live in Commerce together; or hope that Flesh and Blood is
capable of so strict an Allegiance, as that a fine Woman must go on
to improve her self till she is as good and impassive as an Angel,
only to preserve a Fidelity to a Brute and a Satyr. The Lady who
desires me for her Sake to end one of my Papers with the following
Letter, I am persuaded, thinks such a Perseverance very
impracticable.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Husband,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>Stay more at home. I know where you visited
at Seven of [the] Clock on <italic>Thursday</italic> Evening. The Colonel whom you
charged me to see no more, is in Town.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Martha Housewife.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>T.</paragraph>

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