to higher powers.  There is an offence I have a thousand times lamented, but fear I shall never see remedied; which is, that in a nation where learning is so frequent as in Great Britain, there should be so many gross errors as there are in the very directions of things, wherein accuracy is necessary for the conduct of life.  This is notoriously observed by all men of letters when they first come to town (at which time they are usually curious that way) in the inscriptions on sign-posts.  I have cause to know this matter as well as anybody; for I have (when I went to Merchant Taylors’ School) suffered stripes for spelling after the signs I observed in my way; though at the same time, I must confess, staring at those inscriptions first gave me an idea and curiosity for medals; in which I have since arrived at some knowledge.[219] Many a man has lost his way and his dinner by this general want of skill in orthography:  for, considering that the painters are usually so very bad, that you cannot know the animal under whose sign you are to live that day, how must the stranger be misled, if it be wrong spelled, as well as ill painted?  I have a cousin now in town, who has answered under Bachelor at Queen’s College, whose name is Humphrey Mopstaff (he is akin to us by his mother).  This young man going to see a relation in Barbican, wandered a whole day by the mistake of one letter; for it was written, “This is the BEER,” instead of “This is the BEAR.”  He was set right at last, by inquiring for the house, of a fellow who could not read, and knew the place mechanically, only by having been often drunk there.  But, in the name of goodness, let us make our learning of use to us, or not.  Was not this a shame, that a philosopher should be thus directed by a cobbler?  I’ll be sworn, if it were known how many have suffered in this kind by false spelling since the union, this matter would not long lie thus.  What makes these evils the more insupportable, is, that they are so easily amended, and nothing done in it.  But it is so far from that, that the evil goes on in other arts as well as orthography.  Places are confounded, as well for want of proper distinctions, as things for want of true characters.  Had I not come by the other day very early in the morning, there might have been mischief done; for a worthy North Briton was swearing at Stocks Market,[220] that they would not let him in at his lodgings; but I knowing the gentleman, and observing him look often at the King on horseback, and then double his oaths, that he was sure he was right, found he mistook that for Charing Cross, by the erection of the like statue in each place.  I grant, private men may distinguish their abodes as they please; as one of my acquaintance who lives at Marylebone, has put a good sentence of his own invention upon his dwelling-place, to find out where he lives:  he is so near London, that his conceit is this, “The country in town; or, the town in the country”; for you know, if they are both