LONDON, November 6, O. S. 1747

DEAR BOY: Three mails are now due from Holland, so that I have no letter

from you to acknowledge; I write to you, therefore, now, as usual, by way

of flapper, to put you in mind of yourself. Doctor Swift, in his account

of the island of Laputa, describes some philosophers there who were so

wrapped up and absorbed in their abstruse speculations, that they would

have forgotten all the common and necessary duties of life, if they had

not been reminded of them by persons who flapped them, whenever they

observed them continue too long in any of those learned trances. I do not

indeed suspect you of being absorbed in abstruse speculations; but, with

great submission to you, may I not suspect that levity, inattention, and

too little thinking, require a flapper, as well as too deep thinking? If

my letters should happen to get to you when you are sitting by the fire

and doing nothing, or when you are gaping at the window, may they not be

very proper flaps, to put you in mind that you might employ your time

much better? I knew once a very covetous, sordid fellow, who used

frequently to say, “Take care of the pence; for the pounds will take care

of themselves.” This was a just and sensible reflection in a miser. I

recommend to you to take care of the minutes; for hours will take care of

themselves. I am very sure, that many people lose two or three hours

every day, by not taking care of the minutes. Never think any portion of

time whatsoever too short to be employed; something or other may always

be done in it.

While you are in Germany, let all your historical studies be relative to

Germany; not only the general history of the empire as a collective body;

but the respective electorates, principalities, and towns; and also the

genealogy of the most considerable families. A genealogy is no trifle in

Germany; and they would rather prove their two-and-thirty quarters, than

two-and-thirty cardinal virtues, if there were so many. They are not of

Ulysses’ opinion, who says very truly,

----Genus et proavos, et qua non fecimus ipsi;

Vix ea nostra voco.

Good night.

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