r! and her Father, who knew
no better, poor Man! acquainted him by the same Post, that I had for
some time made my Addresses to the Elder. Upon this old Testy sends me
up Word, that he has heard so much of my Exploits, that he intends
immediately to order me to the _South-Sea_. Sir, I have occasionally
talked so much of dying, that I begin to think there is not much in
it; and if the old Squire persists in his Design, I do hereby give him
Notice that I am providing my self with proper Instruments for the
Destruction of despairing Lovers; let him therefore look to it, and
consider that by his Obstinacy he may himself lose the Son of his
Strength, the World an hopeful Lawyer, my Mistress a passionate Lover,
and you, Mr. SPECTATOR,

_Your constant Admirer_,

Jeremy Lovemore.

_Middle-Temple_,

_Sept._ 18.

[Footnote 1: Sign of a Barber's shop.]

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No. 597. Wednesday, September 22, 1714. Byrom.

'--Metis sine Pondere ludit--'

Petr.

Since I received my Friend _Shadow's_ Letter, several of my
Correspondents have been pleased to send me an Account how they have
been employed in Sleep, and what notable Adventures they have been
engaged in during that Moonshine in the Brain. I shall lay before my
Readers an Abridgment of some few of their Extravagancies, in hopes that
they will in Time accustom themselves to dream a little more to the
Purpose.

One who styles himself _Gladio_, complains heavily that his Fair One
charges him with Inconstancy, and does not use him with half the
Kindness which the Sincerity of his Passion may demand; the said
_Gladio_ having by Valour and Stratagem put to Death Tyrants,
Inchanters, Monsters, Knights, &c. without Number, and exposed himself
to all manner of Dangers for her Sake and Safety. He desires in his
Postscript to know, whether, from a constant Success in them, he may not
promise himself to succeed in her Esteem at last.

Another who is very prolix in his Narrative writes me Word, that having
sent a Venture beyond Sea, he took Occasion one Night to fancy himself
gone along with it, and grown on a sudden the richest Man in all the
_Indies_. Having been there about a Year or two, a Gust of Wind that
forced open his Casement blew him over to his native Country again,
where awaking at Six a Clock, and the Change of the Air not agreeing
with him, he turne