121. The Subject continued-Wisdom of Providence.. 122. A Visit with Sir Roger to the County Assizes 123. Education of Country Squires-Story of Eudoxus 124. Use and Difficulties of Periodical Papers 125. Mischiefs of Party Spirit 126. The Subject continued-Sir Roger's Principles. 129. Fashions in Dress-how imitated in the Country 130. Interview of the Spectator and Sir Roger with a 131. Opinions entertained of the Spectator in the Coun- try-Letter from Will Honeycomb 132. Scene in a Stage Coach between a Quaker and an 133. On Death-Reflections on the Death of a Friend 134. Letter from a Splenetic cured-Letter and Peti- tion on the Exercise of the Fan 137. Condition of Servants-Letters from Ralph Valet 138. Frivolous Disputants-Exercise of the Snuff-box 139. The Love of Glory-Character of Peter the Great 140. Letters on Love, Wit, Drinking, Gaming, &c. .. MISS SHEPHARD 143. Complaints of Sickness-a Cheerful Temper... -Male Dress THE SPECTATOR. No. 63. SATURDAY, MAY 12, 1711. Humano capiti cervicem pictor equinam If in a picture, Piso, you should see HOR. ARS POET. 1. Or limbs of beasts, of the most different kinds, Would you not laugh, and think the painter mad? Whose incoherent style, like sick men's dreams, ROSCOMMON. IT is very hard for the mind to disengage itself from a subject in which it has been long employed. The thoughts will be rising of themselves from time to time, though we give them no encouragement: as the tossings and fluctuations of the sea continue several hours after the winds are laid. It is to this that I impute my last night's dream or vision, which formed into one continued allegory the several schemes of wit, whether false, mixed, or true, that have been the subject of my late papers. Methoughts I was transported into a country that was filled with prodigies and enchantments, governed by the goddess of Falsehood, and intitled the Region of False Wit. There was nothing in the fields, the woods, and the rivers, that appeared natural. Several of the trees blossomed in leaf-gold, some of them produced bone-lace, and some of them precious stones. The fountains bubbled in an opera tune, and were filled with stags, wild boars, and mermaids, that lived among the waters; at the same time that dolphins and several kinds of fish played upon the banks, or took their pastime in the meadows. The birds had many of them golden beaks, and human voices. The flowers perfumed the air with smells of incense, ambergris, and pulvillios*; and were so interwoven with one another, that they grew up in pieces of embroidery. The winds were filled with sighs and messages of distant lovers. As I was walking to and fro in this enchanted wilderness, I could not forbear breaking out into soliloquies upon the several wonders which lay before me, when, to my great surprise, I found there were artificial echoes in every walk, that, by repetitions of certain words which I spoke, agreed with me, or contradicted me, in every thing I said. In the midst of my conversation with these invisible companions, I discovered in the centre of a very dark grove, a monstrous fabric built after the Gothic manner, and covered with innumerable devices in that barbarous kind of sculpture. I immediately went up to it, and found it to be a kind of heathen temple consecrated to the god of Dulness. *Pulvillios, sweet scents. Upon my entrance I saw the deity of the place dressed in the habit of a monk, with a book in one hand and a rattle in the other. Upon his right hand was Industry, with a lamp burning before her; and on his left Caprice, with a monkey sitting on her shoulder. Before his feet there stood an altar of a very odd make, which, as I afterwards found, was shaped in that manner to comply with the inscription that surrounded it. Upon the altar there lay several offerings of axes, wings, and eggs, cut in paper, and inscribed with verses. The temple was filled with votaries, who applied themselves to different diversions, as their fancies directed them. In one part of it I saw a regiment of anagrams, who were continually in motion, turning to the right or to the left, facing about, doubling their ranks, shifting their stations, and throwing themselves into all the figures and counter-marches of the most changeable and perplexed exercise. Not far from these was the body of acrostics, made up of very disproportioned persons. It was disposed into three columns, the officers planting themselves in a line on the left hand of each column. The officers were all of them at least six feet high, and made three rows of very proper men: but the common soldiers, who filled up the spaces between the officers, were such dwarfs, cripples, and scarecrows, that one could hardly look upon them without laughing. There were behind the acrostics two or three files of chronograms, which differed only from the former, as their officers were equipped, like the figure of Time, with an hour-glass in one hand, and a sithe in the other, and took their posts promiscuously among the private men whom they commanded. In the body of the temple, and before the very face of the deity, methoughts I saw the phantom of |