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No 97. Tuesday, November 22, 1709.
Illud maxime rarum genus est corum, qui aut excellente in∣genii magnitudine, aut praeclara eruditione atque doctri∣na, aut utraque re ornati, spatium diliberandi habuerunt, quem potissimum vitae cursum sequi vellent. Tull. Offic.
From my own apartment, November 21.
HAVING swept away prodigious multitudes in one of my late papers, and brought a great destruction upon my own species, I must endeavour in this to raise fresh recruits, and if possible, to supply the places of the unborn and the deceased. It is said of Xerxes, that when he stood upon a hill, and saw the whole country round him covered with his army, he brust out in tears, to think that not one of that multitude would be alive a hundred years after. For my part, when I take a survey of this populous city, I can scarce forbear weeping, to see how few of its inhabitants are now living. It was with this thought that I drew up my last bill of mortality, and en∣deavoured to set out in it the great number of persons who have perished by a distemper, commonly known by the name of idleness, which has long raged in the world, and destroys more in every great town than the plague has done at Dantzick. To repair the mischief it has done, and stock the world with a better race of mortals, I have more hopes of bringing to life those that are young, than of reviving those that are old. For which reason, I shall here set down that noble allegory which was written by an old author called Prodicus, but recommended and embellished by Socrates. It is the description of Virtue and Pleasure, making their court to Hercules under the appearances of two beautiful women.
When Hercules, says the divine moralist, was in that part of his youth in which it was natural for him to con∣sider what course of life he ought to pursue, he one day