as not knowing how to invite them to reflec•tions full of fhame and horror: but thofe that • will obferve this rule, I promise them they fhall awake into health and cheerfulness, and be capable of recounting with delight those glorious moments, wherein the mind has • been indulging itself in fuch luxury of thought, fuch noble hurry of imagination. Suppose a man's going fupperlefs to bed fhould introduce him to the table of fome great prince or other, where he fhall be entertained with the nobleft marks of honour and plenty, and do fo much business after, that he fhall rife with as good a ftomach to his breakfast as if he • had fafted all night long: or fuppose he should • fee his dearest friends remain all night in great diftreffes, which he could inftantly have difengaged them from, could he have been content to have gone to bed without the other bottle; believe me thefe effects of fancy are no contemptible confequences of commanding or indulging one's appetite. 6 I forbear recommending my advice upon many other accounts until I hear how you • and your readers relifh what I have already faid; among whom, if there be any that may pretend it is ufelefs to them, because they never dream at all, there may be others perhaps who do little elfe all day long. Were 6 every one as fenfible as I am what happens to him in his fleep, it would be no difpute whether we pass fo confiderable a portion of our our time in the condition of stocks and stones, or whether the foul were not perpetually at work upon the principle of thought. However, it is an honeft endeavour of mine to perfuade my countrymen to reap fome advantage from fo many unregarded hours, and as • fuch you will encourage it. • I fhall conclude with giving you a sketch or two of my way of proceeding. If I have any bufinefs of confequence to do to-morrow, I am fcarce dropt afleep to-night • but I am in the midst of it; and when awake, 'I confider the whole proceffion of the affair, ⚫ and get the advantage of the next day's expe⚫rience before the fun has rifen upon it. There is scarcely a great poft but what I ' have fome time or other been in; but my behaviour while I was mafter of a college pleafes me fo well, that whenever there is a province of that nature vacant I intend to ftep in as foon as I can. • Î have done many things that would not pass examination, when I have had the art of flying or being invifible; for which reason I am glad I am not poffeffed of those extraordinary qualities. Laftly, Mr. SPECTATOR, I have been a great correfpondent of yours, and have read 6 many of my letters in your Paper which I 6 never wrote you. If you have a mind I 'fhould really be fo, I have got a parcel of • vifions and other mifcellanies in my noctuary, M 3 which 6 which I fhall fend you to enrich your Paper on proper occafions. I am, &c. Oxford, Aug. 20. JOHN SHADOW.'* N° 587. Monday, August 30, 1714. Intus, & in cute novi. PERS. Sat. iii. 30. I know thee to thy bottom; from within TH DRYDEN. HOUGH the author of the following vifion is unknown to me, I am apt to think it may be the work of that ingenious gentleman, who promifed me, in the laft Paper, fome extracts out of his noctuary. • SIR, I WAS the other day reading the life of Mahomet. Among many other extravagancies, I find it recorded of that impoftor, By Mr. JOHN BYROM, commonly called Dr. Byrom, who was likewife the author of the letters in the next Paper, No. 587, and in No. 593. The public is indebted to the fame ingenious writer for the beautiful paftoral poem in SPECT. No. 603. See BIOGR. BRIT. Vol. VI. part II. Art. BYROM, SPECT. No. 593 and No. 603. **Juft published, The Maufoleum, a Poem facred to the memory of her late Majefty Queen Anne. By Mr. Theobald. Price Is. Terras Aftræa reliquit. Ov. Met. The third volume of Mr. Philips's tranflation of the Thousand and One Day's Perfian Tales, which completes the whole, is in the prefs, and will foon be published. SPECT. in folio. No. 585. • that T 'that in the fourth year of his age the angel • Gabriel caught him up while he was among his play-fellows; and, carrying him afide, cut open his breaft, plucked out his heart, and wrung out of it that black drop of blood, in which, fay the Turkish divines, is contained the Fomes Peccati, fo that he was free from fin ever after. I immediately faid to myself, though this story be a fiction, a very good moral may be drawn from it, would every man but apply it to himself, and endeavour to fqueeze out of his heart whatever fins or ill qualities he finds in it. 6 'While my mind was wholly taken up with this contemplation, I infenfibly fell into a • most pleasing flumber, when methought two porters entered my chamber carrying a large cheft between them. After having fet it down in the middle of the room they departed. I immediately endeavoured to open what was fent me, when a fhape, like that • in which we paint our angels, appeared before me, and forbade me. Inclofed, faid he, are the hearts of feveral of your friends and acquaintance; but, before you can be qualified to fee and animadvert on the failings of others, you must be pure yourself; whereupon he drew out his incifion knife, cut me open, took ' out my heart, and began to fqueeze it. I was in a great confufion to fee how many things, which I had always cherished as virtues, iffued out of my heart on this occafion. • In short, after it had been thoroughly squeezM 4 6 ed, ⚫ed, it looked like an empty bladder; when the phantom, breathing a fresh particle of divine air into it, reftored it fafe to its former repofitory; and, having fewed me up, we began to • examine the cheft. The hearts were all enclosed in transparent phials, and preferved in liquor which looked like fpirits of wine. The first which I caft my eye upon I was afraid would have broke the glafs which contained it. It shot up and down, with incredible fwiftnefs, through the liquor in which it fwam, and very frequently bounced against the fide of the phial. The fomes, or fpot in the middle of it, was not large but of a red fiery colour, and feemed to be the cause of these violent agitations. That, fays my inftructor, is the heart of Tom Dreadnought, who behaved himself well in the late wars, but has for these two years last paft been aiming at some post of honour to no purpose. He is lately retired into the country, where, quite choked up with fpleen and choler, he rails at better men than himself, and will be for ever uneafy, because it is impoffible he fhould think his merits fufficiently rewarded. The next heart that I examined was remarkable for its fmalinefs; it lay ftill at the bottom of the phial, and I could hardly perceive that it beat at all. The fomes was quite black, and had almost diffused itself over the whole heart. This, fays my interpreter, is the heart of Dick Gloomy, wha never thirfted after any thing but money, Notwithstanding |