Even in the happiest choice, where favouring heaven Has equal love and easy fortune given, Think not, the husband gain'd, that all is done; Let even your prudence wear the pleasing dress- For well you twist the secret chains that bind 2 PHILIP DORMER STANHOPE, EARL OF CHESTERFIELD. London. 1694-1773. Lord Chesterfield has been too much praised by dancing masters, 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 P. D. STANHOPE, EARL OF CHESTERFIELD. 53 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 political situations. Advice to a Lady in Autumn. ASSE's milk, half a pint, take at seven, or before; alone, There's no pleasure in bed.-Mary, bring me my? 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: 54 P. D. STANHOPE, EARL OF CHESTERFIELD." 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 redound. 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; 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 kind. |