66 struck in with them, that he thought his friend. Pylades was a very sensible man; and as they were afterwards applauding Pyrrhus, Sir Roger put in a second time. And let me tell you," says 5 he, "though he speaks but little, I like the old fellow in whiskers as well as any of them." Captain Sentry, seeing two or three wags who sat near us, lean with an attentive ear towards Sir Roger, and fearing lest they should smoke the 10 knight, plucked him by the elbow, and whispered something in his ear, that lasted till the opening of the fifth act. The knight was wonderfully attentive to the account which Orestes gives of Pyrrhus his death, and at the conclusion of it, told me it was 15 such a bloody piece of work, that he was glad it was not done upon the stage. Seeing afterwards Orestes in his raving fit, he grew more than ordinary 7 serious, and took occasion to moralize (in his way) upon an evil conscience, adding, that Orestes, in his 20 madness, looked as if he saw something. As we were the first that came into the house, so we were the last that went out of it; being resolved to have a clear passage for our old friend, whom we did not care to venture among the justling of 25 the crowd. Sir Roger went out fully satisfied with his entertainment, and we guarded him to his lodgings in the same manner that we brought him to the play-house; being highly pleased, for my own part, not only with the performance of the excellent piece which had been presented, but with the satisfaction which it had given to the good old man. 30 8 7 1712, ordinarily. 8 1712, been represented. No. 383. TUESDAY, MAY 20. [1712.] Criminibus debent hortos.-HOR.1 As I was sitting in my chamber, and thinking on a subject for my next Spectator, I heard two or three irregular bounces at my landlady's door, and upon the opening of it, a loud cheerful voice inquiring whether the philosopher was at home. The 5 child who went to the door answered very innocently, that he did not lodge there. I immediately recollected that it was my good friend Sir Roger's voice; and that I had promised 2 to go with him on the water to Spring-garden, in case it proved a 10 good evening. The knight put me in mind of my promise from the stair-case, but told me that if I was speculating, he would stay below till I had done. Upon my coming down, I found all the children of the family got about my old friend, and my 15 landlady herself, who is a notable prating gossip, engaged in a conference with him; being mightily pleased with his stroking her little boy upon the head, and bidding him be a good child, and mind his book. 20 We were no sooner come to the Temple-stairs, but we were surrounded with a crowd of watermen, offering * their respective services. Sir Roger, after having looked about him very attentively, spied one with a wooden leg, and immedi- 25 ately gave him orders to get his boat ready. As we were walking towards it, "You must know," says 1 3 1712, Juv. 2 1712, promised him to go on the water, etc. Sir Roger, "I never make use of anybody to row me, that has not either lost a leg or an arm. I would rather bate him a few strokes of his oar, than not employ an honest man that has been wounded 5 in the Queen's service. If I was a lord or a bishop, and kept a barge, I would not put a fellow in my livery that had not a wooden leg." My old friend, after having seated himself and trimmed the boat with his coachman, who, being a 10 very sober man, always serves for ballast on these occasions, we made the best of our way for Foxhall. Sir Roger obliged the waterman to give us the history of his right leg, and hearing that he had left it at La Hogue with many particulars which 15 passed in that glorious action, the knight in the triumph of his heart made several reflexions on the greatness of the British nation; as, that one Englishman could beat three Frenchmen; that we could never be in danger of popery so long as we took 20 care of our fleet; that the Thames was the noblest river in Europe; that London bridge was a greater piece of work than any of the seven wonders of the world; with many other honest prejudices which naturally cleave to the heart of a true Englishman. 25 After some short pause, the old knight turning about his head twice or thrice, to take a survey of this great metropolis, bid me observe how thick the city was set with churches, and that there was scarce a single steeple on this side Temple-bar. 30" A most heathenish sight!" says Sir Roger: "There is no religion at this end of the town. The fifty new churches will very much mend the pros pect; but church work is slow, church work is slow!" 6 I do not remember I have anywhere mentioned in Sir Roger's character, his custom of saluting everybody that passes by him with a good-morrow 5 or a good-night. This the old man does out of the overflowings of humanity, though at the same time it renders him so popular among all his country neighbours, that it is thought to have gone a good way in making him once or twice knight of the 10 shire. He cannot forbear this exercise of benevolence even in town, when he meets with any one in his morning or evening walk. It broke from him to several boats that passed by us upon the water; but to the knight's great surprise, as he gave the good- 15 night to two or three young fellows a little before our landing, one of them, instead of returning the civility, asked us what queer old put we had in the boat; and whether he was not ashamed to go a wenching at his years? with a great deal of the like 20 Thames ribaldry. Sir Roger seemed a little shocked at first, but at length assuming a face of magistracy, told us, That if he were Middlesex justice, he would make such vagrants know that her Majesty's subjects were no more to be abused by water than 25 by land. We were now arrived at Spring-garden, which is exquisitely pleasant at this time of year. When I considered the fragrancy of the walks and bowers, with the choirs of birds that sung upon the trees, 30 and the loose tribe of people that walked under their shades, I could not but look upon the place as a kind 61712, remember that I. 7 1712, of his humanity, "8 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 5 knight, "there is nothing in the world that pleases a man in love so much as your nightingale. Ah, Mr. Spectator! the many moon-light nights that I have walked by myself, and thought on the widow by the music of the nightingale! He here 10 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 famili15 arity, 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 beef. When we had done 20 eating ourselves, the knight called a waiter to him, and bid him carry the remainder to a 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 25 knight's commands with a peremptory look. As we were going out of the garden, my old friend thinking himself obliged, as a member of the quorum, to animadvert upon the morals of the place, told the mistress of the house, who sat at the 30 bar, that he should be a better customer to her garden, if there were more nightingales and fewer strumpets. 8 1712, nightingales. |