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<h2> THE PICTURE GALLERY. </h2>
<p>I was this morning walking in the gallery when Sir Roger entered at the
end opposite to me, and advancing towards me, said he was glad to meet me
among his relations the De Coverleys, and hoped I liked the conversation
of so much good company, who were as silent as myself. I knew he alluded
to the pictures, and as he is a gentleman who does not a little value
himself upon his ancient descent, I expected he would give me some account
of them. We were now arrived at the upper-end of the gallery, when the
Knight faced towards one of the pictures, and as we stood before it he
entered into the matter, after his blunt way of saying things, as they
occur to his imagination, without regular introduction, or care to
preserve the appearance of chain of thought.</p>
<p>"It is," said he, "worth while to consider the force of dress; and how the
persons of one age differ from those of another, merely by that only. One
may observe also, that the general fashion of one age has been followed by
one particular set of people in another, and by them preserved from one
generation to another. Thus the vast jetting coat and small bonnet, which
was the habit in Harry the seventh's time, is kept on in the yeomen of the
guard; not without a good and politick view, because they look a foot
taller, and a foot and an half broader. Besides that the cap leaves the
face expanded, and consequently more terrible, and fitter to stand at the
entrances of palaces.</p>
<p>"This predecessor of ours, you see, is dressed after this manner, and his
cheeks would be no larger than mine, were he in a hat as I am. He was the
last man that won a prize in the tilt-yard (which is now a common street
before Whitehall). You see the broken lance that lies there by his right
foot; he shiver'd that lance of his adversary all to pieces; and bearing
himself, look you, Sir, in this manner, at the same time he came within
the target of the gentleman who rode against him, and taking him with
incredible force before him on the pommel of his saddle, he in that manner
rid the turnament over, with an air that shewed he did it rather to
perform the rule of the lists, than expose his enemy; however, it appeared
he knew how to make use of a victory, and with a gentle trot he marched up
to a gallery where their mistress sat (for they were rivals) and let him
down with laudable courtesy and pardonable insolence. I don't know but it
might be exactly where the coffee-house is now.</p>
<p>"You are to know this my ancestor was not only of a military genius, but
fit also for the arts of peace, for he played on the bass-viol as well as
any gentleman at court; you see where his viol hangs by his basket-hilt
sword. The action at the tilt-yard you may be sure won the fair lady, who
was a maid of honour, and the greatest beauty of her time; here she stands
the next picture. You see, Sir, my great-great-great-grandmother has on
the new-fashion'd petticoat, except that the modern is gather'd at the
waist; my grandmother appears as if she stood in a large drum, whereas the
ladies now walk as if they were in a go-cart. For all this lady was bred
at court, she became an excellent country-wife, she brought ten children,
and when I shew you the library, you shall see in her own hand (allowing
for the difference of the language) the best receipt now in England both
for an hasty-pudding and a white-pot.</p>
<p>"If you please to fall back a little, because 'tis necessary to look at
the three next pictures at one view; these are three sisters. She on the
right hand, who is so very beautiful, died a maid; the next to her, still
handsomer, had the same fate against her will; this homely thing in the
middle had both their portions added to her own, and was stolen by a
neighbouring gentleman, a man of stratagem and resolution, for he poisoned
three mastiffs to come at her, and knocked down two deer-stealers in
carrying her off. Misfortunes happen in all families: the theft of this
romp and so much money, was no great matter to our estate. But the next
heir that possessed it was this soft gentleman, whom you see there:
observe the small buttons, the little boots, the laces, the slashes about
his clothes, and above all the posture he is drawn in (which to be sure
was his own choosing); you see he sits with one hand on a desk writing and
looking as it were another way, like an easy writer, or a sonneteer. He
was one of those that had too much wit to know how to live in the world;
he was a man of no justice, but great good manners; he ruined every body
that had any thing to do with him, but never said a rude thing in his
life; the most indolent person in the world, he would sign a deed that
passed away half his estate with his gloves on, but would not put on his
hat before a lady if it were to save his country. He is said to be the
first that made love by squeezing the hand. He left the estate with ten
thousand pounds debt upon it; but, however, by all hands I have been
informed that he was every way the finest gentleman in the world. That
debt lay heavy on our house for one generation, but it was retrieved by a
gift from that honest man you see there, a citizen of our name, but
nothing at all akin to us. I know Sir Andrew Freeport had said behind my
back, that this man was descended from one of the ten children of the maid
of honour I shewed you above; but it was never made out. We winked at the
thing indeed, because money was wanting at that time."</p>
<p>Here I saw my friend a little embarrassed, and turned my face to the next
portraiture.</p>
<p>Sir Roger went on with his account of the gallery in the following manner.
"This man (pointing to him I looked at) I take to be the honour of our
house. Sir Humphrey de Coverley; he was in his dealings as punctual as a
tradesman and as generous as a gentleman. He would have thought himself as
much undone by breaking his word, as if it were to be followed by
bankruptcy. He served his country as knight of this shire to his dying
day. He found it no easy matter to maintain an integrity in his words and
actions, even in things that regarded the offices which were incumbent
upon him, in the care of his own affairs and relations of life, and
therefore dreaded (though he had great talents) to go into employments of
state, where he must be exposed to the snares of ambition. Innocence of
life and great ability were the distinguishing parts of his character; the
latter, he had often observed, had led to the destruction of the former,
and used frequently to lament that great and good had not the same
signification. He was an excellent husbandman, but had resolved not to
exceed such a degree of wealth; all above it he bestowed in secret
bounties many years after the sum he aimed at for his own use was
attained. Yet he did not slacken his industry, but to a decent old age
spent the life and fortune which was superfluous to himself, in the
service of his friends and neighbours."</p>
<p>Here we were called to dinner, and Sir Roger ended the discourse of this
gentleman, by telling me, as we followed the servant, that this his
ancestor was a brave man, and narrowly escaped being killed in the civil
wars; "For," said he, "he was sent out of the field upon a private
message, the day before the battle of Worcester." The whim of narrowly
escaping by having been within a day of danger, with other matters above
mentioned, mixed with good sense, left me at a loss whether I was more
delighted with my friend's wisdom or simplicity.</p>
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