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rise, however-get me some warm water.”—Here comes a fine interval between the departure of the servant and the arrival of the hot water; during which, of course, it is of "no use" to get up. The hot water comes. Is it quite hot?"_“Yes, sir.”_"Perhaps too hot for shaving; I must wait a little ?”—No, sir; it will just do." (There is an overnice propriety sometimes, an officious zeal of virtue, a little troublesome.) “Oh-the shirt-you must air my clean shirt;linen gets very damp this weather."

-"Yes, sir.” Here another delicious five minutes. A knock at the door. “Oh, the shirt—very well. My stockings- I think the stockings had better be aired too." —“Very well, sir." Here another interval. At length everything is ready, except myself.

I now, continues our incumbent (a happy word, by the by, for a country vicar)-I now cannot help thinking a good deal-who can?-upon the unnecessary and villainous custom of shaving: it is a thing so unmanly (here I nestle closer) --so effeminate (here I recoil from an unlucky step into the colder part of the bed).—No wonder that the Queen of France took part with the rebels against that degenerate king, her husband, who first affronted her smooth visage with a face like her own. The Emperor Julian never showed the luxuriancy of his genius to better advantage than in reviving the flowing beard. Look at Cardinal Bembo's picture—at Michael Angelo's -at Titian's—at Shakespeare's-at Fletcher's--at Spenser's at Chaucer's-at Alfred's-at Plato's I could name a great man for every tick of my watch.-Look at the Turks, a grave and otiose people.—Think of Haroun Al Raschid and Bed-ridden Hassan.-Think of Wortley Montague, the worthy son of his mother, above the prejudice of his time.—Look at the Persian gentlemen, whom one is ashamed of meeting about the suburbs, their dress and appearance are so much finer than our own.-Lastly,


think of the razor itself-how totally opposed to every sensation of bed-how cold, how edgy, how hard ! how utterly different from anything like the warm and circling amplitude, which

Sweetly recommends itself

Unto our gentle senses. Add to this, benumbed fingers, which may help you to cut yourself, a quivering body, a frozen towel, and a ewer full of ice; and he that says there is nothing to oppose in all this, only shows that he has no merit in opposing it.

Thomson the poet, who exclaims in his Seasons

Falsely luxurious! Will not man awake?

used to lie in bed till noon, because he said he had no motive in getting up. He could imagine the good of rising; but then he could also imagine the good of lying still; and his exclamation, it must be allowed, was made upon summer-time, not winter. We must proportion the argument to the individual character. A moneygetter may be drawn out of his bed by three or four pence; but this will not suffice for a student. A proud man may say, "What shall I think of myself, if I don't get up?" but the more humble one will be content to waive this prodigious notion of himself, out of respect to his kindly bed. The mechanical man shall get up without any ado at all; and so shall the barometer. An ingenious lier in bed will find hard matter of discussion even on the score of health and longevity. He will ask us for our proofs and precedents of the ill effects of lying later in cold weather; and sophisticate much on the advantages of an even temperature of body; of the natural propensity (pretty universal) to bave one's way; and of the animals

* From Macbeth, I, vi, 3.

that roll themselves up and sleep all the winter. As to longevity, he will ask whether the longest is of necessity the best; and whether Holborn is the handsomest street in London.




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