1740

October 7. 1739.
Courteous READER,

YOU may remember that in my first Almanack, published for the Year 1733, I predicted the Death of my dear Friend Titan Leeds, Philomat. to happen that Year on the 17th Day of October, 3 h. 29 m. P.M. The good Man, it seems, died accordingly: But W.B. and A.B. have continued to publish Almanacks in his Name ever since; asserting for some Years that he was still living; At length when the Truth could no longer be conceal’d from the World, they confess his Death in their Almanack for 1739, but pretend that he died not till last Year, and that before his Departure he had furnished them with Calculations for 7 Years to come. Ah, My Friends, these are poor Shifts and thin Disguises; of which indeed I should have taken little or no Notice, if you had not at the same time accus’d me as a false Predictor; an Aspersion that the more affects me, as my whole Livelyhood depends on a contrary Character.

But to put this Matter beyond Dispute, I shall acquaint the World with a Fact, as strange and surprizing as it is true; being as follows, viz.

On the 4th Instant, towards midnight, as I sat in my little Study writing this Preface, I fell fast asleep; and continued in that Condition for some time, without dreaming any thing, to my Knowledge. On awaking, I found lying before me the following Letter, viz.


Dear Friend Saunders,

My Respect for you continues even in this separate State, and I am griev’d to see the Aspersions thrown on you by the Malevolence of avaricious Publishers of Almanacks, who envy your Success. They say your Prediction of my Death in 1733 was false, and they pretend that I remained alive many Years after. But I do hereby certify, that I did actually die at that time, precisely at the Hour you mention’d, with a Variation only of 5 min. 53 sec. which must be allow’d to be no great matter in such Cases. And I do farther declare that I furnish’d them with no Calculations of the Planets Motions, &c. seven Years after my Death, as they are pleased to give out: so that the Stuff they publish as an Almanack in my Name is no more mine than ‘tis yours.

You will wonder perhaps, how this Paper comes written on your Table. You must know that no separate Spirits are under any Confinement till after the final Settlement of all Accounts. In the mean time we wander where we please, visit our old Friends, observe their Actions, enter sometimes into their Imaginations, and give them Hints waking or sleeping that may be of Advantage to them. Finding you asleep, I entred your left Nostril, ascended into your Brain, found out where the Ends of those Nerves were fastned that move your right Hand and Fingers, by the Help of which I am now writing unknown to you; but when you open your Eyes, you will see that the Hand written is mine, tho’ wrote with yours.

The People of this Infidel Age, perhaps, will hardly believe this Story. But you may give them these three Signs by which they shall be convinc’d of the Truth of it. About the middle of June next, J. J ——— n, Philomat, shall be openly reconciled to the Church of Rome, and give all his Goods and Chattles to the Chappel, being perverted by a certain Country School-master. On the 7th of September following my old Friend W. B ——— t shall be sober 9 Hours, to the Astonishment of all his Neighbours: And about the same time W.B. and A.B. will publish another Almanack in my Name, in spight of Truth and Common-Sense.

As I can see much clearer into Futurity, since I got free from the dark Prison of Flesh, in which I was continually molested and almost blinded with Fogs arising from Tiff, and the Smoke of burnt Drams; I shall in kindness to you, frequently give you Informations of things to come, for the Improvement of your Almanack: Being Dear Dick,

Your affectionate Friend,
T. LEEDS.

For my own part I am convinc’d that the above Letter is genuine. If the Reader doubts of it, let him carefully observe the three Signs; and if they do not actually come to pass, believe as he pleases.

I am his humble Friend,
R. SAUNDERS.

Of ECLIPSES for 1740.

There will be Six Eclipses this Year .... Some of these Eclipses foreshow great Grief and many Tears among the soft Sex this Year; whether for the Breaking of their Crockery Ware, the Loss of their Loves, or in Repentance for their Sins, I shall not say; tho’ I must own I think there will be a great deal of the latter in the Case. War we shall hear but too much of (for all Christians have not yet learn’d to love one another) and, I doubt, of some ineffectual Treaties of Peace. I pray Heav’n defend these Colonies from every Enemy; and give them, Bread enough, Peace enough, Money enough, and plenty of good Cyder.


January

                      My sickly Spouse, with many a Sigh
                      Once told me, --Dicky, I shall die:
                      I griev’d, but recollected strait,
                      ’Twas bootless to contend with Fate:
                      So Resignation to Heav’ns Will
                      Prepar’d me for succeeding Ill;
                      ’Twas well it did; for, on my Life,
                      ’Twas Heav’n’s Will to spare my Wife.

          To bear other Peoples Afflictions, every one 
              has Courage enough, and to spare.

              No wonder Tom grows fat, th’ unwieldy Sinner,
              Makes his whole Life but one continual Dinner.

          An empty Bag cannot stand upright.
        

February

          While the good Priest with eyes devoutly clos’d
          Left on the book the marriage fee expos’d,
          The new made bridegroom his occasion spies,
          And pleas’d, repockets up the shining prize:
          Yet not so safe, but Mr. Surplice views
          The Frolick, and demands his pilfer’d dues.
          No, quoth the man, good Doctor, I’ll nonsuit y’,
          A plain default, I found you off your Duty?
          More carefully the holy book survey;
          Your Rule is, you should watch as Well as pray.

          Happy that nation, fortunate that age, 
              whose history is not diverting.

                      What is a butterfly? At best
                      He’s but a caterpiller drest.
                      The gaudy Fop’s his picture just.

          None are deceived but they that confide.
        

March

          When Pharoah’s Sins provok’d th’ Almighty’s hand
          To pour his Wrath upon the guilty Land;
          A tenfold Plague the great Avenger shed;
          The King offended, and the Nation bled.
          Had’st thou, unaided, Feria, but been sent
          Vial elect, for Pharoah’s Punishment,
          Thro’ What a various Curse the Wreteh had run,
          He more than Heaven’s ten Plagues had felt in one.

              An open Foe may prove a curse;
              But a pretended friend is worse.

              A wolf eats sheep but now and then,
              Ten Thousands are devour’d by Men.

              Man’s tongue is soft, and bone doth lack;
              Yet a stroke therewith may break a man’s back.
        

April

                  Says Roger to his Wife, my dear;
                  The strangest piece of News I hear!
                  A Law, ’tis said, will quickly pass,
                  To purge the matrimonial Class;
                  Cuckolds, if any such we have here
                  Must to a Man be thrown i’th’ River.
                  She smiling cry’d, My dear, you seem
                  Surpriz’d! Pray han't you learn'd to swim?

          Many a Meal is lost for want of meat.

                  To all apparent Beauties blind
                  Each Blemish strikes an envious Mind.

                  The Poor have little, Beggars none;
                  the Rich too much, enough not one.

          Tricks and Treachery are the Practice of Fools, 
              that have not Wit enough to be honest.
        

May

                      A Carrier ev’ry Night and Morn,
                      Would see his Horses eat their Corn:
                      This sunk the Hostler’s Vails, ’tis true;
                      But then his Horses had their Due.
                      Were we so cautious in all Cases,
                      Small Gain would rise from greater Places.

          There are lazy Minds as well as lazy Bodies.

          Who says Jack is not generous? he is always fond of giving, 
              and cares not for receiving.  What? Why; Advice.
        

June

                      How weak, how vain is human Pride!
                      Dares Man upon himself confide?
                      The Wretch who glories in his Gain,
                      Amasses Heaps on Heaps in vain.
                      Can those (when tortur’d by Disease)
                      Chear our sick Heart, or purchase Ease?
                      Can those prolong one Gasp of Breath,
                      Or calm the troubled Hour of Death?

                      The Man who with undaunted toils,
                      sails unknown seas to unknown soils,
                      With various wonders feasts his Sight:
                      What stranger wonders does he write?

                      Fear not Death; for the sooner we die, 
                          the longer shall we be immortal.
        

July

                      The Monarch of long regal Line,
                      Was rais’d from Dust as frail as mine:
                      Can he pour Health into his Veins,
                      Or cool the Fever’s restless Pains?
                      Can he (worn down in Nature’s Course)
                      New-brace his feeble Nerves with Force?
                      Can he (how vain is mortal Pow’r!)
                      Stretch Life beyond the destin’d Hour?

          Those who in quarrels interpose,
          Must often wipe a bloody nose.

          Promises may get thee Friends, but Nonperformance 
              will turn them into Enemies.

          In other men we faults can spy,
          And blame the mote that dims their eye;
          Each little speck and blemish find;
          To our own stronger errors blind.
        

August

          The Man of pure and simple Heart
          Thro’ Life disdains a double part;
          He never needs the screen of Lies
          His inward Bosom to disguise.
          In vain malicious Tongues assail,
          Let Envy snarl, let Slander rail,
          From Virtue’s shield (secure from Wound)
          Their blunted venom’d shafts rebound.

          When you speak to a man, look on his eyes; 
              when he speaks to thee, look on his mouth.

          Jane, why those tears? why droops your head?
          Is then your other husband dead?
          Or doth a worse disgrace betide?
          Hath no one since his death apply’d?

          Observe all men; thy self most.
        

September

                      We frequently misplace Esteem
                      By judging Men by what they seem.
                      With partial Eyes we’re apt to see
                      The Man of noble Pedigree.
                      To Birth, Wealth, Power we should allow
                      Precedence, and our lowest Bow:
                      In that is due Distinction shown:
                      Esteem is Virtue’s Right alone.

          Thou hadst better eat salt with the Philosophers of Greece,
              than sugar with the Courtiers of Italy.

          Seek Virtue, and, of that possest,
          To Providence, resign the rest.

          Marry above thy match, and thou’lt get a Master.

          Fear to do ill, and you need fear nought else.
        

October

          What’s Beauty? Call ye that your own,
          A Flow’r that fades as soon as blown!
          Those Eyes of so divine a Ray,
          What are they? Mould’ring, mortal Clay.
          Those Features cast in heav’nly Mould,
          Shall like my coarser Earth, grow old;
          Like common Grass, the fairest Flow’r
          Must feel the hoary Season’s Pow’r.

          He makes a Foe who makes a jest.

              Can grave and formal pass for wise,
              When Men the solemn Owl despise?

              Some are justly laught at for keeping their Money 
          foolishly, others for spending it idly: He is the greatest 
          fool that lays it out in a purchase of repentance.
        

November

          Old Socrates was obstinately Good,
          Virtuous by force, by Inclination lewd.
          When secret Movements drew his Soul aside,
          He quell’d his Lust, and stemm'd the swelling Tide;
          Sustain’d by Reason still, unmov’d he stood,
          And steady bore against th’ opposing Flood.
          He durst correct what Nature form’d amiss,
          And forc’d unwilling Virtue to be his.

          Who knows a fool, must know his brother;
          For one will recommend another.

          Avoid dishonest Gain: No price;
          Can recompence the Pangs of Vice.

          When befriended, remember it:
          When you befriend, forget it.

          Great souls with gen’rous pity melt;
          Which coward tyrants never felt.
        

December

          O blessed Season! lov’d by Saints and Sinners,
          For long Devotions, or for longer Dinners;
          More grateful still to those who deal in Books,
          Now not with Readers, but with Pastry-Cooks:
          Learn’d Works, despis’d by those to Merit blind,
          By these well weigh’d, their certain Value find.
          Bless’d Lot of Paper, falsely called Waste,
          To bear those Cates, which Authors seldom taste.

          Employ thy time well, if thou meanest to gain leisure.

              A Flatterer never seems absurd:
              The Flatter’d always take his Word.

          Lend Money to an Enemy, and thou’lt gain him, 
              to a Friend and thou’lt lose him.

          Neither praise nor dispraise, till seven Christmasses be over.
        

COURTS.

                      I know you Lawyers can, with Ease,
                      Twist Words and Meanings as you please;
                      That Language, by your Skill made pliant,
                      Will bend to favour ev’ry Client;
                      That ’tis the Fee directs the Sense
                      To make out either Side’s Pretence:
                      When you peruse the clearest Case,
                      You see it with a double Face,
                      For Scepticism's your Profession;
                      You hold there’s Doubt in all Expression.
                          Hence is the Bar with Fees supply’d.
                      Hence Eloquence takes either Side.
                      Your Hand would have but paultry gleaning;
                      Could every Man express his Meaning.
                      Who dares presume to pen a Deed,
                      Unless you previously are fee’d?
                      ’Tis drawn, and, to augment the Cost,
                      In dull Prolixity engrost:
                      And now we’re well secur’d by Law,
                      ’Till the next Brother find a Flaw.