The De Coverley Papers, From 'The Spectator'Steele, Richard, Sir
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The De Coverley Papers, From 'The Spectator'
Steele, Richard, Sir
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We were now arrived at Spring Garden, which is exquisitely pleasant at
this time of the year. When I considered the fragrancy of the walks and
bowers, with the choirs of birds that sung upon the trees, and the loose
tribe of people that walked under their shades, I could not but look upon
the place as a kind of Mahometan paradise. Sir Roger told me it put him
in mind of a little coppice by his house in the country, which his
chaplain used to call an aviary of nightingales. "You must understand,"
says the Knight, "there is nothing in the world that pleases a man in
love so much as your nightingale. Ah, Mr. Spectator! the many moonlight
nights that I have walked by myself, and thought on the widow by the
music of the nightingale!" He here fetched a deep sigh, and was falling
into a fit of musing, when a mask, who came behind him, gave him a
gentle tap upon the shoulder, and asked him if he would drink a bottle of
mead with her? But the Knight, being startled at so unexpected a
familiarity, and displeased to be interrupted in his thoughts of the
widow, told her, "she was a wanton baggage," and bid her go about her
business.
We concluded our walk with a glass of Burton ale, and a slice of
hung[191] beef. When we had done eating ourselves, the Knight called a
waiter to him, and bid him carry the remainder to the waterman that had
but one leg. I perceived the fellow stared upon him at the oddness of the
message, and was going to be saucy; upon which I ratified the Knight's
commands with a peremptory look.
I.
FOOTNOTES:
[182] _Bounces._ Loud knocks.
[183] _Recollected._ We should now say _recognised_.
[184] _Spring Garden._ At Vauxhall.
[185] _Speculating._ Ruminating.
[186] _Bate him a few strokes of his oar._ Excuse his rowing slowly.
[187] _Trimmed._ Balanced.
[188] _The fifty new churches._ Voted by Parliament in 1711 for the
western suburbs.
[189] _Knight of the shire._ M.P. See p. 44.
[190] _Put._ Rustic, boor.
[191] _Hung._ Salted or spiced.
NO. 517. THURSDAY, OCTOBER 23
_Heu pietas! heu prisca fides!_
VIRG. _AEn._ vi. ver. 878.
Mirror of ancient faith!
Undaunted worth! Inviolable truth!
DRYDEN.
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