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Even in the happiest choice, where favouring
Let even your prudence wear the pleasing dress
For well you twist the secret chains that bind
PHILIP DORMER STANHOPE,
Lord Chesterfield has been too much praised by dancing
nasters, who cannot read him; and too much blamed by rigid moralists, who cannnot understand him. His great penetration led him to look deeply into the character of mankind; and the picture that he draws of it, is so like, that it cannot but provoke a melanchoiy smile. To a very young mind, such a representation may be prejudicial, as tending to destroy that ingenuousness in the outset of life, which dies naturally and gradually by intercourse with the world. A man, therefore, who should begin by acting upon Lord Chesterfield's principles, would now become a consummate hypocrite ; and he who should not acknowledge the truth of his Lordship's observations in the progress of experience, would be a fool; and thus at thirty we should acquiesce in what might
shock us at eighteen. Lord Chesterfield's attempts to lay down rules for behaviour,
are vain attempts; the cautions which he gives upon
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points of more serious importance, are those of a father, anxious to pour the benefit of his experience upon his
son; an attempt perhaps equally fruitless. He was among the first wits of his time, and filled high
Advice to a Lady in Autumn.
alone, There's no pleasure in bed.-Mary, bring me mys*
gown : Slip on that ere you rise; let your caution be such; Keep all cold from your breast, there's already too : much. Your pinners set right, your twicher ty'd on, Your prayers at an end, and your breakfast quite.
. done; Retire to some author improving and gay, And with sense like your own, set your mind for.
the day. At twelve you may walk, for at this time of
year, The sun, like your wit, is as mild as 'tis clear :
But mark in the meadows the ruin of time;
wit : Let this be indulged, and let laughter go round; As it pleases your mind, to your health 'twill re
dound. After dinner two glasses at least, I approve; Name the first to the king, and the last to your
love : Thus cheerful with wisdom, with innocence gay, And calm with your joys gently glide through the
day. ** The dews of the evening most carefully shun; Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun. Then in chat, or at play, with a dance, or a song, Let the night, like the day, pass with pleasure
along. All cares, but of love, banish far from your mind; And those you may end, when you please to be