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TO THE GUARDIAN.
SIR ,
As the depredations of time and fortune have been lamented in all ages, thoſe per
fons who have reſiſted and diſputed the tyranny
of either of theſe, have employed the fublimeſt fpeculations of the writers in all languages. As theſe deceaſed heroes have had their places judi
ciouſly aſſigned them already in the temple of fame, I would immortalize fome perſons now alive, who to me are greater objects of envy,
both as their bravery is exerciſed with the utmoſt tranquillity and pleaſure to themſelves, and as
they are ſubſtantially happy on this ſide the grave , in oppoſition to all the Greek and Latin fcraps to the contrary
As therefore I am naturally ſubject to cruel inroads from the ſpleen, as I affirm all evil to come from the eaſt, as I am the weather-glaſs every company I come into, I ſometimes,
of
according to Shakſpeare, ‘ Sit like my grandsire, cut in alabaſter, Sleep while I wake, and creep into the jaundice By being peeviſh. I would furniſh out a table of merry fame,
in envious admiration of thoſe jovial blades, who
diſappoint the ſtrokes of age and fortune with the ſamegaiety of foul, as when through youth or affluence they were in their prime for fancy, frolic, and atchievement. There are, you may
obſerve, in all public walks, perſons who by a Singular ſhabbineſs of their attire, make a very
