The Spectator, Volume 2.

by Joseph Addison; Sir Richard Steele

My Friend, Sir

Andrew Freeport

, as we were sitting in the Club last Night, gave us an Account of a sober Citizen, who died a few Days since. This honest Man being of greater Consequence in his own Thoughts, than in the Eye of the World, had for some Years past kept a Journal of his Life. Sir

Andrew

shewed us one Week of it.

Since

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the Occurrences set down in it mark out such a Road of Action as that I have been speaking of, I shall present my Reader with a faithful Copy of it; after having first inform'd him, that the Deceased Person had in his Youth been bred to Trade, but finding himself not so well turned for Business, he had for several Years last past lived altogether upon a moderate Annuity.

Monday	Eight-a-Clock	I put on my Cloaths and walked into the Parlour.
	Nine a-Clock	ditto. Tied my Knee-strings, and washed my Hands.
	Hours Ten, Eleven and Twelve.	Smoaked three Pipes of Virginia. Read the Supplement and Daily Courant. Things go ill in the North. Mr. Nisby's Opinion thereupon.
	One a-Clock in the Afternoon.	Chid Ralph for mislaying my Tobacco-Box.
	Two a-Clock.	Sate down to Dinner. Mem. Too many Plumbs, and no Sewet.
	From Three to Four.	Took my Afternoon's Nap.
	From Four to Six.	Walked into the Fields. Wind, S. S. E.
	From Six to Ten.	At the Club. Mr. Nisby's Opinion about the Peace.
	Ten a-Clock.	Went to Bed, slept sound.
Tuesday, Being Holiday,	Eight a-Clock.	Rose as usual.
	Nine a-Clock.	Washed Hands and Face, shaved, put on my double-soaled Shoes.
	Ten, Eleven, Twelve.	Took a Walk to Islington.
	One.	Took a Pot of Mother Cob's Mild.
	Between Two and Three.	Return'd, dined on a Knuckle of Veal and Bacon. Mem. Sprouts wanting.
	Three.	Nap as usual.
	From Four to Six.	Coffee-house. Read the News. A Dish of Twist. Grand Vizier strangled.
	From Six to Ten.	At the Club. Mr. Nisby's Account of the Great Turk.
	Ten.	Dream of the Grand Vizier. Broken Sleep.
Wednesday	Eight a-Clock.	Tongue of my Shooe-Buckle broke. Hands but not Face.
	Nine.	Paid off the Butcher's Bill. Mem. To be allowed for the last Leg of Mutton.
	Ten, Eleven.	At the Coffee-house. More Work in the North. Stranger in a black Wigg asked me how Stocks went.
	From Twelve to One.	Walked in the Fields. Wind to the South.
	From One to Two.	Smoaked a Pipe and an half.
	Two.	Dined as usual. Stomach good.
	Three.	Nap broke by the falling of a Pewter Dish. Mem. Cook-maid in Love, and grown careless.
	From Four to Six.	At the Coffee-house. Advice from Smyrna, that the Grand Vizier was first of all strangled, and afterwards beheaded.
	Six a-Clock in the Evening.	Was half an Hour in the Club before any Body else came. Mr. Nisby of Opinion that the Grand Vizier was not strangled the Sixth Instant.
	Ten at Night.	Went to Bed. Slept without waking till Nine next Morning.
Thursday	Nine a-Clock.	Staid within till Two a-Clock for Sir Timothy; who did not bring me my Annuity according to his Promise.
	Two in the Afternoon.	Sate down to Dinner. Loss of Appetite. Small Beer sour. Beef over-corned.
	Three.	Gave Ralph a box on the Ear. Turned off my Cookmaid. Sent a Message to Sir Timothy. Mem. I did not go to the Club to-night. Went to Bed at Nine a-Clock.
Friday		Passed the Morning in Meditation upon Sir Timothy, who was with me a Quarter before Twelve.
	Twelve a-Clock.	Bought a new Head to my Cane, and a Tongue to my Buckle. Drank a Glass of Purl to recover Appetite.
	Two and Three.	Dined, and Slept well.
	From Four to Six.	Went to the Coffee-house. Met Mr. Nisby there. Smoaked several Pipes. Mr. Nisby of opinion that laced Coffee is bad for the Head.
	Six a-Clock.	At the Club as Steward. Sate late.
	Twelve a-Clock.	Went to Bed, dreamt that I drank Small Beer with the Grand Vizier.
Saturday		Waked at Eleven, walked in the Fields. Wind N. E.
	Twelve.	Caught in a Shower.
	One in the Afternoon.	Returned home, and dryed my self.
	Two.	Mr. Nisby dined with me. First Course Marrow-bones, Second Ox-Cheek, with a Bottle of Brooks and Hellier.
	Three a-Clock.	Overslept my self.
	Six.	Went to the Club. Like to have faln into a Gutter. Grand Vizier certainly Dead. etc.