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standers by, it was a great mercy it was not his neck. To which, since I am got into quotations, give me leave to add the saying of an old philosopher, who, after having invited some of his friends to dine with him, was ruffled by his wife, who came into the room in a passion, and threw down the table that stood before them :“ Every one," says he, “has his calamily, and he is a happy man that has no greater than this." We fiad an instance to the same purpose in the life of doctor Hammond, written by bishop Fell. As this good man was troubled with a complication of distempers, when he had the gout upon him, he used to thank God that it was not the stone ; and when he had the stone, tliat he had not both these distempers on hini at the same time.

I cannot conclude this essay, without observing, that there was never any system, beside that of Christianity, which would effectually produce in the mind of man the virtue I have been hitherto speaking of. In order to make us contented with our condition, many of the present philosophers tell us, that our discontent only hurts ourselves, without being able to make any altera. tion in our circumstances ; others, that whatever evil befalls us is derived to us by a fatal necessity, to which the gods themselves are subject ; while others very gravely tell the man who is miserable, that it is neces. sary he should be so, to keep up the.. harmony of the u. niverse, and that the scheme of Providence would be troubled and perverted were he otherwise. These, and the like considerations, rather silence than satisfy a man. They may shew him that his discontent is unreasonable, but are by no means sufficient to relieve it. They rather give dispair than consolation. In a word, a mnan might reply to one of these comforters, as hugustus did to his friend, who advised him not to grieve for the death of a person whom he loved, because his grief could not fetch him again : “ It is for that very reason," said the Emperor, that I grieve."

On the contrary, religion bears a more tender regard to human nature. It prescribes to every miserable man the means of bettering bis condition : Nay,it shows him that the bearing of his afflictions as he ought to do,

will naturally end in the removal of them. It makes him. easy here, because it can make him happy hereafter.

XI.-Needlework recommended to the Ladies.- B.

Womenw "I HAVE a couple of nieces under my direction, who so often run gadding abroad, that I do not know. where to have them. Their dress, their tea, and their visits take.up all their time, and they go to bed as fired with doing nothing as I am after quilting a whole un.. derpetticoat. The whole time they are not idle, is while they read your Spectators; which being dedi. cated to the interest of virtue, I desire you to recom. mend the long neglected art of needlework. Those hours which in this age, are thrown away in dress, plays, visits, and the like, were employed in my time in writing out receipts, or working beds, chairs, and hangings for the family. For my part, I have plied my. needle these fifty years, and by my good will would never have it out of my hand. It grieves my heart to see a couple of proud idle flirts sipping their tea, for a whole afternoon, in a great room hung round with the industry of their great grandmother. Pray sir, take the laudable mystery of embroidery into your serious consideration, and as you have a great deal of the virtue of the last age in you, continue your endeavors to reform the present.

I am, c. In obedience to the commands of my venerable correspondent, I have duly weighed this important subject, and promise myself from the arguments here laid down, that all the fine ladies in England will be ready, as soon as their mourning is over, to appear covered with the work of their own hands.

What a delightful entertainment must it be to the fair sex, whom their native modesty, and the tenderness of men towards them, exernpts from public business, to pass their hours in imitating fruits and flowers, and transplanting all the beauties of nature into their own dress, or raising a new creation in their clothes and apartments. How pleasing is the amusement of walking among the shades and groves planted by themselves,

insurveying heroes slain by their needles,or little Cupids which they have brought into the world without pain.

This is, methinks, ihe most proper way wherein a la.“ dy can show a fine genius and I cannot forbear wishing that several writers of that sex, had chosen rather to ap. ply themselves to tapestry than rhyme.

Your pastoral poetesses may vent their fancy in rural landscapes, and place des pairing shepherds under silken willows, or drown them in a stream of mohair. The heroic writors may work up battles as successfully, and inflame them with gold or stain them with crimson. Even those who have only a turn to a song, or an epigram, may put ma: ny valuable stitches into a purse, and crowd a thousand graces into a pair of garters.

If I may without breach of good manners, imagine ** that any pretty creature is void of genius, and would *perforin her part herein but very awkwardly, I must nevertheless insist upon her working, if it be only to keep her out of harm's way.

Aưother argument for busying good women in works of fancy, is, because it takes them off from scandal, the usual attendant of teatables, and all other inactive scenes of life. While they are forming their birds and beasts, their neighbors will be allowed to be the fathers of their own children ; and Whig and Tory will be but seldorn mentioned, where the great dispute is whether blue or red is the more proper color. How much'. greater glory would Sophronia do the general, if she would choose rather to work the battle of Blenheim in tapestry, than signalize herself, with so much vehemence, against those who are Frenchmen in their hearts.

A third reason that I shall mention, is the profit that is brought to the family where these pretty arts are en. couraged. It is manifest, that this way of life not only keeps fair ladies from running out into cxpenses, but it is at the same time, an actual improvement. How mem. orable would that matron be, who should have it inscribed upon her monument, " that she wrote out the whole Bible in tapestry, and died in a good old age, after hav.

ing covered three hundred yards of wall in the mansion house ?!!

These premises being considered, I humbly submit the following proposals to all mothers in Great Britian.

1. That no young virgin whatsoever be allowed to receive the addresses of her first lover but in a suit of her own embroidering.

Il. That before every fresh servant she be obliged to appear with a new stomacher at the least.

III. That no one be actually married until she hath the childbed, pillows, &c. ready stitched, as likewise the mantle for the boy quite finished.

These laws, if I mistake not, would effectually re. store the decayed art of needlework, and make the virgins of Great Britain exceedingly nimble fingered in their business.

XII.-On Pride.-GUARDIAN. IF there be any thing that makes human nature appear ridiculous to beings of superior faculties, it must be pride. They know so well the vanity of those imaginary perfections that swell the heart of man, and of : those little supernumerary advantages, whether in birth, fortune or title, which one man enjoys above another, that it must certainly very much astonish, if it does not very much divert them, when they see a mortal puffed up, and valuing himself above his neighbors, on any of these accounts, at the same time that he is obnoxious to all the common calamities of the species.

To set this thought in its true light, we will fancy if you please, that yonder molehill is inhabited by reasonable creatures, and that every pismire (his shape and way of life only excepted) is endowed with human pas. sions. How should we smile to hear one give us an account of the pedigrees, distinctions and titles that reign among them ? Observe how the whole swarm divide, and make way for the pismire that passes through them; you must understand he is an emmet of quality, and has better blood in his veins than any pismire in the molehill. Don't you see how sensible he is of it, how slow he marches forward, how the whole rabtle of

ants keep their distance ? Here you may observe one placed upon a little eminence, and looking down on a long row of laborers. He is the richest insect on this side the hillock, he has a walk of half a yard in length, and a quarter of an inch in breadth, he keeps an hundred menial servants, and has at least fifteen barley corns in his granary. He is now chiding and beslaving the emmet that stands before him, and who for all that we can discover, is as good an emmet as himself.

But here comes an insect of figure ! Don't you take notice of a little white straw he carries in his mouth? That straw, you must understand, he would not part with for the longest tract about the molehill : Did you but know what he has undergone to purchase it! See how the ants of all qualities and conditions swarm about him. Should this straw drop out of his mouth, you would see all this numerous circle of attendants follow the next that took it up, and leave the discarded insect, or run over his back to come at its successor,

If now you have a mind to see all the ladies of the molehill, observe first the pismire that listensto the emmet on her left hand,at the same time that she seems to turn away her head from him. He tells this poor insect she is a goddess, that her eyes are brighter than the sun, that life and death are at her disposal. She believes him, and gives herself a thousand little airs upon it. Mark the vanity of the pismire on your left hand. She can scarce crawl with age, but you must know she values herself upon her birth ; and if you mind, spurns at every one that comes within her reach. The little nimble : coquette that is running along by the side of her is a wit. She has broke many a pismire's heart. Do but observe: what a drove of lovers are running after her.

We will here finish this imaginary scene ; but first of all to draw the parallel closer, will suppose, if you please, that death comes upon the molehill, in the shape of a cock sparrow, who picks up, without distinction, the pismire of quality and his flatterers, the pismire of substance and his day laborers, the white straw officer and his sycophants, with all the goddesses, wits, and beauties of the mole hill,

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