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A42749	The post-boy rob'd of his mail, or, The pacquet broke open consisting of five hundred letters to persons of several qualities and conditions, with observations upon each letter / publish'd by a gentleman concern'd in the frolick.	Gildon, Charles, 1665-1724.; Dunton, John, 1659-1733.; Pallavicino, Ferrante, 1615-1644.	1692 (1692)	Wing G735A; ESTC R30411	212,135	446

'T is Boleau calls a man of Quality Fam'd for Great Soul and Liberality Who late deny it he that can By a strange chance turn'd Gentleman Fortune no more we 'll blame thy blindness Since thou hast shown him so much kindness Thou and that blest that lovely Creature That Miracle of Art and Nature Who last of the long-winded dozen * * A 〈◊〉 number 〈◊〉 it'● no matter for bei●● very exact Dy'd to oblige so kind a Cozen For which he vows in deathless Verse Which nothing costs t' adorn her Herse Ah! who alas without Anxiety Can think o' th fall of so much Piety Beauteous as Bolean's self or Sary As my Emi●ia wise and wary Grave and resolv'd and action slow of As is the Great young man you know of And what among 'em all 's the best lye Full as good-natur'd as Jack Wheatly Iudge if her worth were not uncommon But Man is mortal so is Woman Ah! had not Death with Gall mixt Hony And try'd to bribe our Grief with Mony ●rought cheerful Gold to gild sad Sable 〈◊〉 had been intol * * Here sigh and take breath intolerable But t is that wise consideration Claps a Curb-Bridle on our Passion And makes us with some patience bear This Gain and Loss this heavy Cross Of Five good hundred pounds a year Vouz avez Monsieur Boleau Mayn't you clearly see by this what an awe your ●ew Gentility strikes one with for I cannot for my Life towre above doggrel when I think of you However I 'll try to forget the Gent. Boleau and ●emember one honest Smugle a poor trudging Worm of a Bookseller my Acquaintance and see ●hat I can do for him An Elegy upon the Death of M rs Susannah Boleau HAS powerful Beauty then forgot her Charms Have Piety and Innocence no Arms Is Heaven unjust Are all the Stars unkind Or is Death grown as well as Fortune blind That nothing excellent must long remain But all our Vows and all our Prayers in vain This lovely Virgin by thy Loss we know And little less with Grief than Marble grow Thy Piety while here was so refin'd We hardly thought thee less than perfect Mind And yet thy outward form so made for Love We wonder why the Soul would thence remove Thee all who knew deplore Thee all lament But most Tom Boleau's Mind to Grief is bent With real Grief does his own Ga●n co●dole Heavy ●t sits upon his mighty Soul Take all the Dross he cries that Fortune gave And Heaven so you 'll restore her from●the Grave Then thinks he sees agen her much-lov'd Face And starting runs from her desir'd Embrace O give me Rest he cries then on the Bed Distract with Cares he leans his aking Head But even in Dreams her lovely Face appears He wakes and finds his Cheeks all drownd wit● Tear● What shall he do his eating Griefs to shun Shall he to Deaths cold Arms for Succour●run But lazy Death doth its kind Aid deny Nor ah must he have so much Ease to dye Yet he 'll not live but like sad Biblis stand And deluge with his Tears his native Land While Sighs like Earthquakes heave his troubled Breast Till down he sinks to find eternal Rest. This is an elymosinary Essay said I of an Author for his Bookseller There 's Humour in the first pursu'd Grave and the Sadness of Elegy in the last There 's enough of all Conscience added Brook for Love Right continued Chappel Mony might have made the Poet enlarge That inspires the Author said Winter in his double Capacity as Poet as well as Priest So indeed added Summer his Letter declares him I fear the Bookseller said Temple was more beholden to Death than to his she-Rela●ion He would not else added River have grudg'd the paying for her Elegy Oh had he paid his Author said Fountain for it the Joy of the Reward had depriv'd him of the melancholy and sorrowful Thoughts his Subject required Booksellers Pay concluded Church is never so prodigal as to raise an Author above a doleful Ditty LETTER XCVIII From a Lover to his Mistriss in absence 'T was directed to Madam Winton at Mr. Glassrock's in St. Mary-Ax London Oh my Dear 'T IS now almost four days since I saw thy Face tho not so many nights for no sooner has sweet Sleep hush'd my projecting Soul to peaceful Slumbers but thy lovely Image presents its self to the Embraces of my Fancy as a superabundant Reward of all my anxious waking hours But oh 't is not Ideas alone and empty sh●dows of a distant bliss can satisfie my longings who have so violent a Passion for the Real Substance But why alas should I seek or desire to involve thy sweet Content and Tranquility in my Misfortunes Why should I hinder what I cannot make that is your Happiness 'T is true Reason and Justice require that I should rather perish than see you any more But Love comes in and disdains their tyrannous Impositions and will have me perish at your Feet and I hope without violence I send thee ten thousand Kisses Adieu Poor Charles Absence in Love said Temple is like the death of 〈◊〉 Body the Object of Love being ● like the Soul ravish'd from the Lover I 'm not of your mind replied Grave Absence attones for the thousand Impertine●●●s the presence of her I love betrays me to And that which is more conducing to our satisfaction pursu'd Winter it gives a greater relish to our Ioys when we meet It keeps those Pleasures alive continu'd Church which fruition and continual presence would destroy For as the incomparable Mr. Dryden says All Objects lose by too familiar view certainly said Chappel Absence to him that truly loves must be the greatest of Torments as Love is the most violent of Passions As 't is excellently describ'd by old Chaucer pursu'd I in his Knights Tale His Sheep his Meat his Drink is him bereft That lean he waxeth and dry as a Shaft His Eyes hollow and grisly to behold His New pale and Ashen to unfold And solitary he was ever alone And waking all the night makin ●moan Here indeed said Brook are all the effects of a desperate ●●ssion natural and beautiful tho' dreft in so anti●●ated a phrase Spencer pursu'd Summer is of your mind Chappel when he says Nought under Heav'n so strongly doth al'ure The Sense of Man and all his Mind possess As Beautys loveliest Bait that doth procu●e Great Warriou●s Rest their Rigor to suppress And mighty Hands forget their Manliness These Poets said River drew their Picture from Nature since 't is evident Love triumphs over our other passions Ambition it self being forc'd to submit when once Love opposes it Our modern Volture concluded Fountain views Nature then through another Glass for he makes it the meanest and most indifferent of passions and by consequence Absence no great pain urging that Pastorals because the lowest of Verse are the fittest for the expression of Love LETTER

me approach'd at what time the ●ady being become the Prey of Sheep the good Man came down without his Doublet but laden with Arms to counterpoize the Weight of his Fear He obey'd my Orders by repairing to the place appointed with a promise not to budge till I came to relieve him No sooner was he gone to his ●'ost bu● away went I with a dark Lanthorn in my hand enter'd the Chamber and so pass'd into the Bed where his Lady was and robb'd him of all that could enrich me with content not caring whither Fidelity were injur'd or Frie●dship violated In the height of Enjoyments transported beyond my self I let slip an Ay me an expressive Note of extraordinary pleasure that discover'd my Thievery The Lady was soon sensible of the difference of my Voice which I conceal'd before either by my silence or falsifying the Tone of it in short Accents Which now being let loose to their natural Tone discover'd that I was not her Husband at first she began to cry out as if she had been betray'd making a heavy Stir according to the Custom of her Sex not able to satisfy their Anger or Revenge by force I leapt out of the Bed and putting my self full in the Light I offer'd my Life to attone her fury I held the Lanthorn in one hand and my Dagger in the other with the point turn'd upon my breast showing my resolution to strike if she refus'd me her Compassion For certain said I this Dagger shall pierce my Heart if my Death will be a greater satisfaction to ye than my Love Then Lady make use of your Prudence and make it no● your glory to publish your Failings in your Revenge of my Affection The House is full of my own Souldiers from whose fury you must expect the Slaughter of all that oppose my escape which I value not however as being content to fall a Victim to your Divinity if you think your self injur'd by him that adores you So saying I made as if I would give my self the fatal Stab when she stretching forth her hand Hold said she dear Friend since it behoves me not to carry it to height of Cruelty the Dissimulation of that Anger which we Women pretend against those that enjoy us by stea●●h The Lady by means of these so kind and winning Tendernesses being become more dear to me then before I embrac'd her with an excess of Kindness and to satisfie her Curiosity I related to her the whole manner of my contrivance and gave her an accompt of the Stratagem that I had practic'd at my Country-house Our further Discourses were interrupted by a Noise occasion'd by the Motion of armed Men. For that certain Persons coming to the little Door in the Garden suppos'd to be Thieves put the Guard in an uproar And this gave credit to all my Fictims while the Husband thought them to have been the Thieves that were come to rob him of his Perian Wealth And I forsook my Beatitude to hasten to his assistance of which there was no need for that the Thieves being frighted at the noise of People stirring ran away of themselves Thus ended the Comedy with this Advantage for me that being become the Good Man's Confident my Conversation was free from all suspicion On the other side the prudent Wife found out a thousand Excuses for opportunities to make me happy in her Company This was the Issue of my Amours of which I willing to give your Worship an Account to gratifie that common Itch of Lovers who are never so well pleas'd with their Thieveries as when they are publickly known Ascribe to my Passion the Tediousness of the Letter and in exchange of Kindness honour me with a proportionable share of your Commands which you will find obey'd with all imaginable Compliance Behold said Fountain the end of Friendship in our Age wherein our most familiar Acquaintance are they alone that chiefly betray our Reputation I o●serve said Chappel that the Heart is the Symbol of true Friendship in regard those Creatures mutually assist each other in their swimming over the River whereby is express'd the necessary Condition of true Friends which oblig●s 'em to reciprocal Assistance of each other in the greatest Dangers But as Co●ly well observes There 's fewer Friends on Earth than Kings and so sa●ing he read the following Letter LETTER CXXIV Upon the Custom of paying Harlots 'T was directed to Mr. Ralf Banford at his House in Uxbridge With Care and Speed Honour'd Sir I Cannot but enlarge upon a Custom which is chiefly observ'd among the great Men of this World This is the Custom I know not by whom Introduc'd of paying Harlots so much to the prejudice of Man and the Superiority of the Masculine Sex constrain'd to pay for that which Woman as his Inferior is oblig'd to give him freely as a Debt due to his Contentments For to what end was Woman made if not to be subservient to our Pleasures Shall he then suffer a Monster to live in the World under his own shape that shall render Manhood contemptible and his chiefest Glories despicable by acting contrary to Reason and Judgment Shall he endure the Insolencies of his Slave to the forming of whom while he gave a Rib he bound her with a Chain of Bondage as being bought with his own Flesh Shall he bend under so great a Misfortune as to have enliven'd In●elicity a living Tyranny and Hell in Epitom all combin'd together in a walking Frame And when he thinks to enjoy those Pleasures in the use of her for which alone she was born must he be forc'd to pay through the Nose for ' em Must a Man be forc'd to humble himself with a paltry Serv●l●ty even to Adoration to be subject to Mult●plicity of Cares to weary his Mind in the Government of his Passions and turmoil his Body with amorous Fatigues and instead of a Reward for all this shall he forc'd to purchase his Refreshments Good God! how blind is this World and how bewitch'd are unhappy Mortals who are fai● to buy their own Mis●ries and the worst of Curses which they incur in common by conversing with Harlots wasting the choicest of their Substance and consuming their Wealth This was certainly an A●●ifice of the Devil the deadly Enemy of the Contentments of our Sex among which those of our Lasciviousness being the most desirable he would embitter 'em with the Expence of that which is to us more necessary and grateful Can Men in reason envy the Condition of Brutes and desire that Authority which advances the Masculine Sex above the Female in every individual Creature that whenever his Appetite excites him has the Gratification of it without bargaining to pay for his Pleasures A poor Lover shall be worst us'd than a Dog and if he have no Money shall be depriv'd of those Pleasures that are not refus'd to a Beast Ac●u●s●d Custom in Conformity to which the amorous Dance is regulated and govern'd by the

your finest black Cloth for Mourning by the first opportunity to Abington I can write no more my Grief is so great But I am yours whilst in this Life Iohn Summer Here 's that that is rare said Summer filial Duty and paternal Love meeting together A tender Father pursu'd Fountain and yet a deserving Son Your Character of him said I is true for Jack Summer was known to us all Nature that all the world about in other Families said Temple seem'd to be compos'd of preposterous Iarrings seem'd here to discover her primitive Beauty True pursu'd River where the Son enquired not into the Father's Years nor the Father added Chappel impertinently troubl'd himself about the Son's Actions How agreeable to Reason has he liv'd and what a Triumph ●as he gain'd said Grave whose Memory 's embalm'd with the Tears of him that begot him And whose Vertue continu'd Winter is confess'd the Support of the Life of him that gave him Life 'T is ●ity such an Example said River should be ravisht from the prevacariting World The Prince of this World concluded Brook saw that the force of one 〈◊〉 Example would in time reform Mankind and so banish the Supports of his Empire 's Strife and D●struction LETTER XXXVII From a plesant Gentleman to his Mistress to satisfie her he lov'd her directed to Madam White at her House in Abby-street near Westminster Madam I Protest I can't tell what you would have me do I have swore to you a thousand times that I love if you expect any heroic Madness to confirm it I profess I am not ambitious of that Honour hanging and drowning and stabbing are is my mind no more proofs of Love than Courage being opposite to the end of both Courage being the supporting of Misery and the utmost effects of Fortune without sinking under them and the end of Love is to enjoy the Object belov'd but in the Arms of the living f●ir One for as for the Elyzian Fields 't is too Chymerical and Spiritual a Happiness for a Man of Sense and Flesh and Blood to depend on ●et me therefore Madam meet with the Death of a happy Lover in your white and 〈◊〉 Bosom and then if I be'nt the ara●test Cooing Turtle and most faithful fond-doting Lover in the World discard me for a lying perjur'd Son of a Who●e G●d sweet Lady I think my Proposal is 〈◊〉 and I hope will work upon your Obstinacy so 〈…〉 not again to require any test of the Sincerity of my Passion so that at my return you will be ready with open Arms to receive Madam your faithful humble Servant C. North. If this Spark be in Love said River the Passion is more Iocund and gay than usual H●'s like some Men pursu'd Chappel who dispatch a great deal of business playing and without any concern whi●st others assum'd Fountain are poring perpetually over less So you fancy said Temple that one Man can be really much in Love and yet merry and gay And that assum'd Summer when his Mistress doubts of his Affection whilst another pursu'd Brook for so it must be to ran on the 〈◊〉 shows all the Marks of Despair in his Face Actions and Discourse For my part said Church there is such an Air of Indifference in his Letter I think he can't be possess'd with the most violent of Passions And Amou●●● perhaps said I a transient gliding Flame that can be extinguish'd in the next Puddle he comes to The general ●ust said Grave after the whole Sex for that a great many of our Beaux take for Love when ever desire is rous'd by a beautiful Object But I can never yield concluded Winter that a real Passion can admit of those Pleasantries which this Writer as well as the Author of Letters and Poems amorous and galla●t are so very ●ond of LETTER XXXVIII From a Jew to a Christian recriminating upon him 'T was directed to Mr. Farby Tobacconist in Broad-street London SIR Norwich Iune 169● I Receiv'd your Letter last Week but the Contents of it being so impertinent I once thought to give you no Answer but least you should take my Silence for a Confession of my Guilt I shall in short tell you that you not only accuse me wrongfully but also rail without any pretext to Sense or Reason First you are under a neglectful or wilful mistake in saying I twice charg'd to you the same Hogshead of Spanish Tobacco whereas if you consult but your own Books you 'll find I have charg'd you with no more than I ought I having furnish'd you with two Hogsheads since I was last clear'd one on the 25 th of May and another on the 1 st of this present Month. Then for all your Nonsensical Abuse of my Religion 't is like the other gross Actions of your Life the effect of brutal Instinct without consulting the Faculties of a Man Else you would have remembred that I was of the Race of Abraham whom you Christians confess the Progenitor of your Messias and therefore merited a better Treatment from you you might also remember that you Christians confess us to have been once the pecul●r People of God and I can see no reason we have not to think our selves so still unless we will suppose he can either forget his Promises to Abraham or that he can be Changeable as Man is Finally if your Religion teach you better Morals than ours which I deny even from the Mouth of Iesus who when he laid down the chief Precept of his Law of Do as you would be done by added for this is the Law and the Prophets the greater Sha●e you are so far ●ehind us in Practice who cheat not one another as you do or cut anothers Th●oats for we know not what We are not undutiful to our Parents nor negligent of our Children to gratifie the Pride and Revenge of our selves or second Wives but if I should run the Parallel as far as I might 't wou'd easily be seen who are the People of God since you must grant the Tree is known by its Fruit. I shall return home in a few days and then shall convince you of the Injury you have done Ephraim Ben Ezra The Jew in my mind said Brook has recriminated with a great deal of Reason We have said Winter a sort of sordid Animals among us who think themselves very happy and excellent by being Christians tho they lead Lives more tewd and knavish than the worst of Heathens And have no more Morals in their dealings pursu'd Church than the Bannians It may be doubted indeed said Grave whether these People are animated with any other Soul than that of a Beast they are so wholly lead by Sense They discover so little of thought I must confess added Temple in their Actions that one might almost believe it without Heresie True assum'd River for the Soul of Man is a Cogitative Essence You wrong 'em said I for they are very thoughtful to Circumvent the Ignorant So are Dogs

few Years public Peace or Success to any Nation We find that the Roman Empire which was of such strength as to subdue the greatest and most formidable Empires of the Earth is now no more but an empty Name less than the Ghost of the departed Power In the time of Galienus when it seem'd to feel the greatest Convulsions Sapores King of ●ersia having taken the Emperor Valerianus Prisoner Bellosu● who stil'd himself King of Kings writing to Sapores upon his Victory says that if he thought the Roman Empire could be overcome he should reioice in his Success firmly believing it should be eternal as the rest of this Letter testifies but we have lived to see it no more thought of as a Terror but a Prey to all Nations so fading is the Glory of the World I tell thee Friend thou art a stranger to thought thou couldst not laugh else whilst Death was besieging thy brittle Careass on every side with the irresistible Artillery of a thousand Accidents Oh leave that lewd thoughtless Town and come and join Sorrows with thy Friend figh out the remainder of thy days for the many trifling Merriments thou hast lost thy self in Believe me this is not only a Duty but a Pleasure Sorrow is natural to a Man he has a taste of it when he first springs from his Mother's Womb and is therefore more agr●eeble to his Constitution the Soul seems to be at ease when 't is cloth'd in its Native 〈◊〉 of Tears and Sadness and is not weary as 't is when it has been entertain'd with Mirth and Laughter How can you be so much pleas'd in the Tempest of the World where Sickness Poverty Disgrace and Death toss thy little Bark with such impetuous Fury 't is ten to one if one or all of 'em do not prevail retire therefore to me and to this sad Contemplation sorrow 's our Portion and our Satisfaction I wish thee therefore not like the Friends of this World Joy but multiplicity of Sorrow who am thy real Friend D● Holton Here 's a dismal Letter indeed said Chappel enough to make a Man fall asleep to read it He would have us pursu'd Temple all like the Son of the Emperor Philip that succeeded Gordianus who was never seen to smile He 's one of our moder● Cinics added Brook who thinks Wisdom and Devotion lies in Ill-nature and Pale-faces 'T is true said Summer 't is visible that all Humane things are subject to change but for that reason must I vex and cry to no purpose But added River he obliges us to a Certainty and Constancy of sorrow whilst every thing else is upon the swift Whirle of Fate and alters every moment Right pursu'd Fountain the Vicissitude of Things methinks should rather perswade us to a vicissitude of Temper and to mix seriousness and mirth in our Lives According to the Advice of Solomon said Church and the Practice of the Italians He is like the rest of the World spight of his Philosophy pursu'd Winter so unreasonable as to censure all that are not of his mind which proceeds added Grave from the defect of his Constitution and Complexion True concluded I because that enclines him to Melancholy he would have Nature inverted that all Contraries might meet in his Humour LETTER LI. From a poor Gentleman to his rich old Friend that is sick Directed to Mr. Loid at his House in Graves-End in Kent Honour'd Sir London Iune 1662. WE have once been very intimate Friends till Fortune was pleas'd to divide us you she mounted up to the topmost spoke of her revolving Wheel and Death I find has a mind to save● you from falling from it me she cast down to the bottom and no wonder therefore that we could not hear and converse with one another at such a distance But now Death is going to lay you a degree lower than Fortune has me I hope since you can no longer use the benefits of Fortune you 'll part with a small pittance to him you once profess'd to Love I shall value that more than your Heir shall all you 'll leave him Therefore since Wealth cannot be convey'd to the next Life but by Bills of Exchange 't is best to take the surest way and send by God I mean his Friends the Poor and not by the Devil leaving more to them who have too much already This Advice will be profitable to both of us to you hereafter and to me at present who am Your Friend and Servant C. G. The Maxim of Periander said I to thy Friends be the same in Prosperity and Adversity is of very little force in our days whatever it was then It had then answer'd Grave the fate of all good Precepts a great many Admirers but few Observors True pursu'd Winter the Example of Tim●● may prove that Nay I was always of Opinion said Church that it was only a vulgar Error that Vices were more numerous now than in days of old The lo●●er Writers of those Ages assum'd River as Catullus Petronius Arbiter c. Evince the truth of that nay that if there be any difference pursu'd Fountain the advantage is on our side Our Writer of this Letter said Temple would have found Fortune could 〈◊〉 divided him from his Friend in the days of the Philosophers and Prophets as well as now He deserves relief the replied Chappel from him since he was so civil as never to ask it of him till he found his Friend could have no farther use of it himself but it is ten to one answer'd Brook whether 〈◊〉 gains it or no. True concluded Summer for they that misuse their Wealth in their Lives seldom men● their Management at their Death custom having perswaded them of the Wisdom Iustice and Generosity of their Actions tho contrary to all th●es LETTER LII From a young Lady who resolved ever to continue a Maid with her Reasons for it Directed to Mrs. Dorothy Wood at Mr. Tompsons near Holbourn bars London Dear Madam Cheshire Iune 1692. YOU send me word that you now begin to think of Marriage le●t you should be look'd on as an old Maid that is the Reason I 'll never marry because I would be one of those few wi●e 〈◊〉 that merit that Name who have never been polluted with the Embraces of Mankind I sean the 〈◊〉 of Virgins will not be very numerous in the next World any more than in this Chastity is so rare a Gi●t among us that we think it a greater Scandal than Prostitution and the Daughter of Iephtha deplor'd not that state more heartily than the Women of this Age would in the same Circumstances I love the Vertue that is not common and would be one of the Heroines of my Sex which I can never be in the vulgar way of Wife my Temper is too impatient of controul and I had rather be a slave to my own will than to that of another Besides I have a fancy that there is a real Preference of a