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reflection, to follow the crowd, and to re-echo the opinions of the critics.
There is, however, one subject, on which every man thinks himself qualified to decide, namely, the representation of his own character, of the characters of those around him, and of the age in which he
and as I propose in the following papers, “ to hold, as it were the MIRROR up to Nature, " to shew Virtue her own features, Vice her own " image, and the very age and body of the Time “ his form and pressure," my readers will judge for themselves, independent of names and authority, whether the picture be a just one. This is a field, which, however extensively and judiciously cultivated by my predecessors, may still produce something new. The follies, the fashions, and the vices of mankind, are in constant fluctuation; and these, in their turn, bring to light new virtues, or modifications of virtues, which formerly lay hid in the human soul, for want of opportunities to exert them. Time alone can shew whether I be qualified for the task I have undertaken. No man, without a trial, can judge of his ability to please the Public; and pru. 'dence forbids him to trust the applauses of partial friendship
It may be proper, however, without meaning to anticipate the opinion of the reader, to give him some of the outlines of my past life and education.
I am the only son of a gentleman of moderate fortune, My parents died when I was an infant, leaving me under the guardianship of an eminent counsellor, who came annually to visit an estate he had in the neighbourhood of my father's, and of the clergy. man of the parish, both of them men of distinguished probity and honour. They took particular care of my education, intending me for one of the learned professions. At the age of twenty I had completed
my studies, and was preparing to enter upon the theatre of the world, when the death of a distant relation in the metropolis left me possessed of a hand. some fortune. I soon after set out on the tour of Europe ; and having passed five years in visiting the different courts on the continent, and examining the manners, with, at least, as much attention as the pictures and buildings of the kingdoms through which I passed, I returned to my native country ; where a misfortune of the tenderest kind threw me, for some time, into retirement.
By the assiduities of some friends, who have promised to assist me in the present publication, I was prevented from falling a sacrifice to that languid inactivity which a depression of spirits never fails to produce. Without seeming to do so, they engaged me by degrees to divide my time between study and society ; restoring, by that means, a relish for both. I once more took a share in the busy, and, some, times, in the idle scenes of life. But a mind habitu. ated to reflection, though it may seem occupied with the occurrences of the day, (a tax which politeness exacts, which every benevolent heart cheerfully pays,) will often, at the same time, be employed in endeavouring to discover the spring and motives of action, which are sometimes hid from the actors themselves ; to trace the progress of character through the mazes in which it is involved by educa. tion or habit ; to mark those approaches to error into which unsuspecting innocence and integrity are too apt to be led ; and, in general, to investigate those passions and affections of the mind which have the chief influence on the happiness of individuals, or gf society.
If the sentiments and observations to which this train of thinking will naturally give rise, can be exhibited in this paper, in such a dress and manner as
to afford amusement, it will at least, be an innocent one ; and, though instruction is, perhaps, hardly to be expected from such desultory sketches, yet their general tendency shall be, to cultivate taste, and im. prove the heart.
N° 2. SATURDAY, JANUARY 30, 1779.
No child ever heard from its nurse the story of Jack the Giant Killer's cap of darkness, without envying the pleasures of invisibility; and the idea of Gygess Ring has made, I believe, many a grave mouth water.
This power is, in some degree, possessed by the writer of an anonymous paper. He can at least exercise it for a purpose, for which people would be most apt to use the privilege of being invisible, to wit, that of hearing what is said of himself.
A few hours after the publication of my First Number, I sallied forth with all the advantages of invisibility, to hear an account of myself and my paper. I must confess, however, that, for some time, I was mortified by hearing no such account at all; the first company I visited being dull enough to talk about last night's Advertiser, instead of the Mirror ;
and the second, which consisted of ladies, to whom I ventured to mention the
of my First Number, making a sudden digression to the price of a new-fashioned lustring, and the colour of the trimming with which it would be proper to make it into a gown. Nor was I more fortunate in the third place, where I contrived to introduce the sub
ject of my publication, though it was a coffee-house, where it is actually taken in for the use of the customers ; a set of old gentlemen at one table, throwing it aside to talk over a bargain ; and a company of young ones, at another, breaking off in the middle to decide a match at billiards.
It was not till I arrived at the place of its birth that I met with any traces of its fame. In the wellknown shop of my Editor I found it the subject of conversation ; though I must own that, even here, some little quackery was used for the purpose, as he had taken care to have several copies lying open on the table, besides the conspicuous appearance of the subscription-paper hung up fronting the door, with the word MIRROR a-top, printed in large capitals.
The first question I found agitated was concerning the author, that being a point within the reach of every capacity. Mr. Creech, though much im- . portuned on this head, knew his business better than to satisfy their curiosity : so the hounds were cast off to find him, and many a different scent they hit on. First, he was Clergyman, then a Professor, then a Player, then a gentleman of the Exchequer who writes plays, then a Lawyer, a Doctor of Laws, a Commissioner of the Customs, a Baron of the Exchequer, a Lord of Session, a Peer of the Realm. A critic, who talked much about style, was positive as to the sex of the writer, and declared it to be female, strengthening his conjecture by the name of the paper, which he said would not readily have occur. red to a man. He added, that it was full of Scot. ticisms, which sufficiently marked it to be a home production.
This led to animadversions on the work itself, which were begun by an observation of my own, that it seemed, from the slight perusal I had given it, to be tolerably well written. The critic above mentioned strenuously supported the contrary opinion, and concluded his strictures on this particular publication, with a general remark on all modern ones, that there was no force of thought, nor beauty of composition, to be found in them.
An elderly gentleman, who said he had a guess at the Author, prognosticated, that the paper would be used as the vehicle of a system of Scepticism, and that he had very little doubt of seeing Mr. Hume's posthumous works introduced in it. A short squat man, with a carbuncled face, maintained, that it was designed to propagate Methodism; and said, he believed it to be the production of a disciple of Mr. John Wesley. A gentleman in a gold chain differed from both; and told us he had been informed, from very good authority, that the paper was intended for political purposes.
A smart-looking young man, in green, said he was sure it would be very satirical : his companion, in scarlet, was equally certain that it would be very . stupid. But with this last prediction I was not much offended, when I discovered that its author had not read the First Number, but only inquired of Mr. Creech where it was published.
A plump round figure, near the fire, who had just put on his spectacles to examine the
closed the debate, by observing, with a grave aspect, that as the author was anonymous, it was proper to be very cautious in talking of the performance. After glancing over the pages, he said, he could have wished they had set apart a corner for intelligence from America: but, having taken off his spectacles, wiped, and put them into their case, he said, with a tone of discovery, he had found out the reason why there was nothing of that sort in the MIRROR; it was in order to save the tax upon newspapers.
Upon getting home to my lodgings, and reflect.