_Your daily Admirer, and humble Servant_, [1] &c.
PSALM CXIV.
I. When Israel, freed from Pharaoh"s Hand, Left the proud Tyrant and his Land, The Tribes with chearful Homage own Their King, and Judah was his Throne.
II. Across the Deep their Journey lay, The Deep divides to make them Way; The Streams of Jordan saw, and fed With backward Current to their Head.
III. The Mountains shook like frighted Sheep, Like Lambs the little Hillocks leap; Not Sinai on her Base could stand, Conscious of Sovereign Power at hand.
IV. What Power could make the Deep divide?
Make Jordan backward roll his Tide?
Why did ye leap, ye little Hills?
And whence the Fright that Sinai feels?
V. Let every Mountain, every Flood Retire, and know th" approaching G.o.d, The King of Israel: See him here; Tremble thou Earth, adore and fear.
VI. He thunders, and all Nature mourns: The Rock to standing Pools he turns; Flints spring with Fountains at his Word, And Fires and Seas confess their Lord.
_Mr._ SPECTATOR,
There are those who take the Advantage of your putting an Half-penny Value upon your self above the rest of our daily Writers, to defame you in publick Conversation, and strive to make you unpopular upon the Account of this said Half-penny. But if I were you, I would insist upon that small Acknowledgment for the superior Merit of yours, as being a Work of Invention. Give me Leave therefore to do you Justice, and say in your Behalf what you cannot your self, which is, That your Writings have made Learning a more necessary Part of good Breeding than it was before you appeared: That Modesty is become fashionable, and Impudence stands in need of some Wit, since you have put them both in their proper Lights. Prophaneness, Lewdness, and Debauchery are not now Qualifications, and a Man may be a very fine Gentleman, tho" he is neither a Keeper nor an Infidel.
I would have you tell the Town the Story of the _Sybills_, if they deny giving you Two-Pence. Let them know, that those sacred Papers were valued at the same Rate after two Thirds of them were destroyed, as when there was the whole Set. There are so many of us who will give you your own Price, that you may acquaint your Non-Conformist Readers, That they shall not have it, except they come in within such a Day, under Three-pence. I don"t know, but you might bring in the _Date Obolum Belisario_ with a good Grace. The Witlings come in Cl.u.s.ters to two or three Coffee-houses which have left you off, and I hope you will make us, who fine to your Wit, merry with their Characters who stand out against it.
_I am your most humble Servant._
_P. S._ I have lately got the ingenious Authors of Blacking for Shoes, Powder for colouring the Hair, Pomatum for the Hands, Cosmetick for the Face, to be your constant Customers; so that your Advertis.e.m.e.nts will as much adorn the outward Man, as your Paper does the inward. [2]
T.
[Footnote 1: This letter and the version of the 114th Psalm are by Dr Isaac Watts, who was at this time 38 years old, broken down by an attack of illness, and taking rest and change with his friend Sir Thomas Abney, at Theobalds. Isaac Watts, the son of a Nonconformist schoolmaster at Southampton, had injured his health by excessive study. After acting for a time as tutor to the son of Sir John Hartupp, he preached his first sermon in 1698, and three years later became pastor of the Nonconformist congregation in Mark Lane. By this office he abided, and with Sir Thomas Abney also he abided; his visit to Theobalds, in 1712, being, on all sides, so agreeable that he stayed there for the remaining 36 years of his life. There he wrote his Divine and Moral Songs for children, his Hymns, and his metrical version of the Psalms. But his _Horae Lyricae_, published in 1709, had already attracted much attention when he contributed this Psalm to the _Spectator_. In the Preface to that collection of "Poems chiefly of the Lyric kind, in Three Books, sacred, I. to Devotion and Piety. II. To Virtue, Honour, and Friendship. III. To the Memory of the Dead," he had argued that Poesy, whose original is divine, had been desecrated to the vilest purpose, enticed unthinking youth to sin, and fallen into discredit among some weaker Christians.
"They submit indeed to use it in divine psalmody, but they love the driest translation of the Psalms best." Watts bade them look into their Bibles and observe the boldness of its poetic imagery, rejected the dictum of Boileau, that
De la foy d"un Chretien les mysteres terribles D"ornemens egayez ne sont point susceptibles;
and pointed to the way he had chosen for himself as a Biblical rhymer.
Poesy, he reminds his readers, is, as his t.i.tle indicates, not the business of his life.
"And if I seized those hours of leisure, wherein my soul was in a more sprightly frame, to entertain them or myself with a divine or moral song, I hope I shall find an easy pardon."
Watts died in 1748, aged 74.]
[Footnote 2: Written in jest, but "The Famous Spanish Blacking for Gentlemen"s Shoes," and "The famous Bavarian Red Liquor which gives such a delightful blushing colour to the cheeks," had long been advertised in the _Spectator_.]
No 462. Wednesday, August 20, 1712. Steele.
"Nil ego praetulerem Jucundo sa.n.u.s amico."
Hor.
People are not aware of the very great Force which Pleasantry in Company has upon all those with whom a Man of that Talent converses. His Faults are generally overlooked by all his Acquaintance, and a certain Carelessness that constantly attends all his Actions, carries him on with greater Success, than Diligence and a.s.siduity does others who have no Share of this Endowment. _Dacinthus_ breaks his Word upon all Occasions both trivial and important; and when he is sufficiently railed at for that abominable Quality, they who talk of him end with, _After all he is a very pleasant Fellow. Dacinthus_ is an ill-natured Husband, and yet the very Women end their Freedom of Discourse upon this Subject, _But after all he is very pleasant Company._ _Dacinthus_ is neither in point of Honour, Civility, good Breeding, or good Nature unexceptionable, and yet all is answered, _For he is a very pleasant Fellow._ When this Quality is conspicuous in a Man who has, to accompany it, manly and virtuous Sentiments, there cannot certainly be any thing which can give so pleasing Gratification as the Gaiety of such a Person; but when it is alone, and serves only to gild a Crowd of ill Qualities, there is no Man so much to be avoided as your pleasant Fellow. A very pleasant Fellow shall turn your good Name to a Jest, make your Character contemptible, debauch your Wife or Daughter, and yet be received by the rest of the World with Welcome where-ever he appears. It is very ordinary with those of this Character to be attentive only to their own Satisfactions, and have very little Bowels for the Concerns or Sorrows of other Men; nay, they are capable of purchasing their own Pleasures at the Expence of giving Pain to others. But they who do not consider this sort of Men thus carefully, are irresistibly exposed to his Insinuations. The Author of the following Letter carries the Matter so high, as to intimate that the Liberties of _England_ have been at the Mercy of a Prince merely as he was of this pleasant Character.
_Mr._ Spectator,
"There is no one Pa.s.sion which all Mankind so naturally give into as Pride, nor any other Pa.s.sion which appears in such different Disguises: It is to be found in all Habits and all Complexions. Is it not a Question, whether it does more Harm or Good in the World? And if there be not such a Thing as what we may call a virtuous and laudable Pride?
"It is this Pa.s.sion alone, when misapplyed, that lays us so open to Flatterers; and he who can agreeably condescend to sooth our Humour or Temper, finds always an open Avenue to our Soul; especially if the Flatterer happen to be our Superior.
"One might give many Instances of this in a late _English_ Monarch, under the t.i.tle of, _The Gayeties of King_ Charles II. This Prince was by Nature extreamly familiar, of very easie Access, and much delighted to see and be seen; and this happy Temper, which in the highest Degree gratified his Peoples Vanity, did him more Service with his loving Subjects than all his other Virtues, tho" it must be confessed he had many. He delighted, tho" a mighty King, to give and take a Jest, as they say; and a Prince of this fortunate Disposition, who were inclined to make an ill Use of his Power, may have any thing of his People, be it never so much to their Prejudice. But this good King made generally a very innocent Use, as to the Publick, of this ensnaring Temper; for, "tis well known, he pursued Pleasure more than Ambition: He seemed to glory in being the first Man at c.o.c.k-matches, Horse-races, b.a.l.l.s, and Plays; he appeared highly delighted on those Occasions, and never failed to warm and gladden the Heart of every Spectator. He more than once dined with his good Citizens of _London_ on their Lord-Mayor"s Day, and did so the Year that Sir _Robert Viner_ was Mayor. Sir _Robert_ was a very loyal Man, and, if you will allow the Expression, very fond of his Sovereign; but what with the Joy he felt at Heart for the Honour done him by his Prince, and thro" the Warmth he was in with continual toasting Healths to the Royal Family, his Lordship grew a little fond of his Majesty, and entered into a Familiarity not altogether so graceful in so publick a Place. The King understood very well how to extricate himself on all kinds of Difficulties, and with an Hint to the Company to avoid Ceremony, stole off and made towards his Coach, which stood ready for him in _Guild-Hall_ Yard: But the Mayor liked his Company so well, and was grown so intimate, that he pursued him hastily, and catching him fast by the Hand, cryed out with a vehement Oath and Accent, _Sir, You shall stay and take t"other Bottle_. The airy Monarch looked kindly at him over his Shoulder, and with a Smile and graceful Air, (for I saw him at the Time, and do now) repeated this Line of the old Song;
"He that"s drunk is as great as a King."
and immediately [turned [1]] back and complied with his Landlord.
I give you this Story, Mr. SPECTATOR, because, as I said, I saw the Pa.s.sage; and I a.s.sure you it"s very true, and yet no common one; and when I tell you the Sequel, you will say I have yet a better Reason for"t. This very Mayor afterwards erected a Statue of his merry Monarch in _Stocks-Market_, [2] and did the Crown many and great Services; and it was owing to this Humour of the King, that his Family had so great a Fortune shut up in the Exchequer of their pleasant Sovereign. The many good-natured Condescensions of this Prince are vulgarly known: and it is excellently said of him by a great Hand which writ his Character, _That he was not a King a Quarter of an Hour together in his whole Reign_. [3] He would receive Visits even from Fools and half Mad-men, and at Times I have met with People who have Boxed, fought at Back-sword, and taken Poison before King _Charles_ II. In a Word, he was so pleasant a Man, that no one could be sorrowful under his Government. This made him capable of baffling, with the greatest Ease imaginable, all Suggestions of Jealousie, and the People could not entertain Notions of any thing terrible in him, whom they saw every way agreeable. This Sc.r.a.p of the familiar Part of that Prince"s History I thought fit to send you, in compliance to the Request you lately made to your Correspondents.
I am, SIR, Your most humble Servant.
T.
[Footnote 1: return"d]