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<h1> DAYS WITH SIR ROGER DE COVERLEY </h1>
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<h2> By Joseph Addison and Richard Steele </h2>
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(Originally published in THE SPECTATOR)
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<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0001"> SIR ROGER'S FAMILY. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0002"> MR. WILL WIMBLE. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0003"> THE PICTURE GALLERY. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0004"> A COUNTRY SUNDAY. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0005"> THE WIDOW. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0006"> THE CHASE. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0007"> THE COUNTY ASSIZES. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0008"> THE SPECTATOR'S RETURN TO TOWN. </SPAN></p>
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<h2> SIR ROGER'S FAMILY. </h2>
<p>Having often received an invitation from my friend Sir Roger de Coverley
to pass away a month with him in the country, I last week accompanied him
thither, and am settled with him for some time at his country-house, where
I intend to form several of my ensuing Speculations. Sir Roger, who is
very well acquainted with my humour, lets me rise and go to bed when I
please, dine at his own table or in my chamber as I think fit, sit still
and say nothing without bidding me be merry. When the gentlemen of the
country come to see him, he only shews me at a distance. As I have been
walking in his fields I have observed them stealing a sight of me over an
hedge, and have heard the Knight desiring them not to let me see them, for
that I hated to be stared at. I am the more at ease in Sir Roger's family,
because it consists of sober and staid persons; for as the Knight is the
best master in the world, he seldom changes his servants; and as he is
beloved by all about him, his servants never care for leaving him; by this
means his domesticks are all in years, and grown old with their master.
You would take his valet de chambre for his brother, his butler is
gray-headed, his groom is one of the gravest men that I have ever seen,
and his coachman has the looks of a privy-counsellor. You see the goodness
of the master even in the old house-dog, and in a gray pad that is kept in
the stable with great care and tenderness out of regard to his past
services, tho' he has been useless for several years.</p>
<p>I could not but observe with a great deal of pleasure the joy that
appeared in the countenance of these ancient domesticks upon my friend's
arrival at his country-seat. Some of them could not refrain from tears at
the sight of their old master; every one of them press'd forward to do
something for him, and seemed discouraged if they were not employed. At
the same time the good old Knight, with the mixture of the father and the
master of the family, tempered the enquiries after his own affairs with
several kind questions relating to themselves. This humanity and
good-nature engages every body to him, so that when he is pleasant upon
any of them, all his family are in good humour, and none so much as the
person whom he diverts himself with. On the contrary, if he coughs, or
betrays any infirmity of old age, it is easy for a stander-by to observe a
secret concern in the looks of all his servants.</p>
<p>My worthy friend has put me under the particular care of his butler, who
is a very prudent man, and, as well as the rest of his fellow-servants,
wonderfully desirous of pleasing me, because they have often heard their
master talk of me as of his particular friend.</p>
<p>My chief companion, when Sir Roger is diverting himself in the woods or
the fields, is a very venerable man who is ever with Sir Roger, and has
lived at his house in the nature of a chaplain above thirty years. This
gentleman is a person of good sense and some learning, of a very regular
life and obliging conversation. He heartily loves Sir Roger, and knows
that he is very much in the old Knight's esteem, so that he lives in the
family rather as a relation than a dependent.</p>
<p>I have observed in several of my papers, that my friend Sir Roger, amidst
all his good qualities, is something of an humorist; and that his virtues,
as well as imperfections, are as it were tinged by a certain extravagance,
which makes them particularly HIS, and distinguishes them from those of
other men. This cast of mind, as it is generally very innocent in itself,
so it renders his conversation highly agreeable, and more delightful than
the same degree of sense and virtue would appear in their common and
ordinary colours. As I was walking with him last night, he asked me how I
liked the good man whom I have just now mentioned? and without staying for
my answer told me, That he was afraid of being insulted with Latin and
Greek at his own table; for which reason he desired a particular friend of
his at the University to find him out a clergyman rather of plain sense
than much learning, of a good aspect, a clear voice, a sociable temper,
and, if possible, a man that understood a little of backgammon. My friend,
says Sir Roger, found me out this gentleman, who, besides the endowments
required of him, is, they tell me, a good scholar, tho' he does not shew
it. I have given him the parsonage of the parish; and because I know his
value, have settled upon him a good annuity for life. If he outlives me,
he shall find that he was higher in my esteem than perhaps he thinks he
is. He has now been with me thirty years; and tho' he does not know I have
taken notice of it, has never in all that time asked anything of me for
himself, tho' he is every day soliciting me for some thing in behalf of
one or other of my tenants his parishioners. There has not been a law-suit
in the parish since he has liv'd among them. If any dispute arises they
apply themselves to him for the decision; if they do not acquiesce in his
judgment, which I think never happened above once or twice at most, they
appeal to me. At his first settling with me, I made him a present of all
the good sermons which have been printed in English, and only begg'd of
him that every Sunday he would pronounce one of them in the pulpit.
Accordingly, he has digested them into such a series, that they follow one
another naturally, and make a continued system of practical divinity.</p>
<p>As Sir Roger was going on in his story, the gentleman we were talking of
came up to us; and upon the Knight's asking him who preached to tomorrow
(for it was Saturday night) told us, the Bishop of St. Asaph in the
morning, and Dr. South in the afternoon. He then shewed us his list of
preachers for the whole year, where I saw with a great deal of pleasure
Archbishop Tillotson, Bishop Saunderson, Dr. Barrow, Dr. Calamy, with
several living authors who have published discourses of practical
divinity. I no sooner saw this venerable man in the pulpit, but I very
much approved of my friend's insisting upon the qualifications of a good
aspect and a clear voice; for I was so charmed with the gracefulness of
his figure and delivery, as well as with the discourses he pronounced,
that I think I never passed any time more to my satisfaction. A sermon
repeated after this manner, is like the composition of a poet in the mouth
of a graceful actor.</p>
<p>I could heartily wish that more of our country-clergy would follow this
example; and instead of wasting their spirits in laborious compositions of
their own, would endeavour after a handsome elocution, and all those other
talents that are proper to enforce what has been penned by greater
masters. This would not only be more easy to themselves, but more edifying
to the people.</p>
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