incessantly, 'the Chronicle is in
hand, Sir.'
Coming in to an inn at night?having ordered your supper?what can be more delightful than to find lying in the window-seat, left there time out of mind by the carelessness of some former guest?two or three numbers of the old Town and Country Magazine, with its amusing tete-a-tete pictures?'The Royal Lover and Lady G '; 'The Melting Platonic and the old Beau,'? and such like antiquated scandal? Would you exchange it?at that time, and
in that place?for a better book?
Poor Tobin, who latterly fell blind, did not regret it so much for the weightier
kinds of reading?the Paradise Lost, or Comus, he could have read to him?
but he missed the pleasure of skimming over with his own eye a magazine, or
a light pamphlet.
I should not care to be caught in the serious avenues of some cathedral alone, and reading Candide.3 I do not remember a more whimsical surprise than having been once
8. Poet and dramatist Christopher Marlowe 1. For the common good (Latin). (1564-1593); poets Michael Drayton (1563-2. Coffeehouse in London's Fleet Street.
1631), William Drummond of Hawthornden 3. Voltaire, the author of the satirical Candide, or
(1585-1649), and Abraham Cowley (1610-1667). Optimism (1759), was notorious for his freethink
9. Launcelot Andrewes (1551-1626). ing in religious matters.
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detected?by a familiar damsel?reclined at my ease upon the grass, on Prim
rose Hill (her Cythera),4 reading?Pamela.5 There was nothing in the book to
make a man seriously ashamed at the exposure; but as she seated herself down
by me, and seemed determined to read in company, I could have wished it
had been?any other book. We read on very sociably for a few pages; and, not
finding the author much to her taste, she got up, and-?went away. Gentle
casuist, I leave it to thee to conjecture, whether the blush (for there was one
between us) was the property of the nymph or the swain in this dilemma. From me you shall never get the secret.
I am not much a friend to out-of-doors reading. I cannot settle my spirits to it. I knew a Unitarian minister, who was generally to be seen upon Snow- hill (as yet Skinner's-street was not), between the hours of ten and eleven in the morning, studying a volume of Lardner.6 I own this to have been a strain of abstraction beyond my reach. I used to admire how he sidled along, keeping clear of secular contacts. An illiterate encounter with a porter's knot,7 or a bread basket, would have quickly put to flight all the theology I am master of, and have left me worse than indifferent to the five points.8
There is a class of street-readers, whom I can never contemplate without affection?the poor gentry, who, not having wherewithal to buy or hire a book, filch a little learning at the open stalls?the owner, with his hard eye, casting envious looks at them all the while, and thinking when they will have done. Venturing tenderly, page after page, expecting every moment when he shall interpose his interdict, and yet unable to deny themselves the gratification, they 'snatch a fearful joy.'9 Martin B in this way, by daily fragments, got through two volumes of Clarissa,2 when the stallkeeper damped his laudable ambition, by asking him (it was in his younger days) whether he meant to purchase the work. M. declares, that under no circumstances of his life did he ever peruse a book with half the satisfaction which he took in those uneasy snatches. A quaint poetess of our day3 has moralised upon this subject in two
very touching but homely stanzas. I saw a boy with eager eye
Open a book upon a stall,
And read, as he'd devour it all;
Which when the stall-man did espy,
Soon to the boy I heard him call,
'You, Sir, you never buy a book,
Therefore in one you shall not look.'
The boy pass'd slowly on, and with a sigh
He wish'd he never had been taught to read,
Then of the old churl's books he should have had no need.
Of sufferings the poor have many,
Which never can the rich annoy:
4. Greek island sacred to the goddess of love. Saints. 'Primrose Hill': a green space in north London. 9. Cf. the description of schoolboys' play in Tho
5. Samuel Richardson's 1740 novel in letters mas Gray's 1742 'Ode on a Distant Prospect of chronicling the failed seduction of a very virtuous Eton College' (line 40).
