Cowley’s agreeable Relation of this Story shall close this Day’s Speculation.

’Thus_ Agla¸s (a Man unknown to Men, But the Gods knew, and therefore lov’d him then) Thus liv’d obscurely then without a Name, Agla¸s, now consign’d t’ eternal Fame.  For Gyges_, the rich King, wicked and great, Presum’d at wise_ Apollo’s Delphick_ Seat, Presum’d to ask, Oh thou, the whole World’s Eye, See’st thou a Man that happier is than I?  The God, who scorned to flatter Man, reply’d, Agla¸s happier is.  But Gyges cry’d, In a proud Rage, Who can that_ Agla¸s_ be?  We’ve heard as yet of no such King as he.  And true it was, through the whole Earth around, No King of such a Name was to be found.  Is some old Hero of that Name alive, Who his high Race does from the Gods derive?  Is it some mighty Gen’ral, that has done Wonders in Fight, and God-like Honours won?  Is it some Man of endless Wealth? said he:  None, none of these; who can this Agla¸s be?  After long Search, and vain Enquiries past, In an obscure_ Arcadian Vale at last, (Th’ Arcadian Life has always shady been) Near Sopho’s Town (which he but once had seen) This Agla¸s, who Monarchs Envy drew, Whose Happiness the Gods stood Witness to, This mighty Agla¸s was lab’ring found, With his own Hands, in his own little Ground.

  So, gracious God, (if it may lawful be,
  Among those foolish Gods to mention thee)
  So let me act, on such a private Stage,
  The last dull Scenes of my declining Age;
  After long Toils and Voyages in vain,
  This quiet Port let my toss’d Vessel gain;
  Of heav’nly Rest, this Earnest to me lend,
  Let my Life sleep, and learn to love her End.’

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No. 611.  Monday, October 25, 1714.

  ’Perfide! sed duris genuit te cautibus horrens
  Caucasus, Hircanaeque admorunt ubera tigres.’

  Virg.

I am willing to postpone every thing, to do any the least Service for the Deserving and Unfortunate.  Accordingly I have caused the following Letter to be inserted in my Paper the Moment that it came to my Hands, without altering one Tittle in an Account which the Lady relates so handsomely her self.

  Mr.  SPECTATOR,

’I flatter my self, you will not only pity, but, if possible, redress a Misfortune my self and several others of my Sex lie under.  I hope you will not be offended, nor think I mean by this to justifie my own imprudent Conduct, or expect You should.  No!  I am sensible how severely, in some of your former Papers, you have reproved Persons guilty of the like Mismanagements.  I was scarce Sixteen, and, I may say without Vanity, Handsome, when courted by a false perjured Man; who, upon Promise of Marriage, rendered me the most unhappy of Women.  After he had deluded me from my Parents, who were People of very good Fashion, in less than