MSS. OF BENJ. FRANKLIN.[1]

[Footnote 1: These pieces from the pen of Dr. Franklin have never

appeared in any edition of his works, and are from the manuscript book

which contains the Lecture and Essays published in the April number of

the Messenger.]

_Mr. Gazetteer_,--I was highly pleased with your last week's paper

upon SCANDAL, as the uncommon doctrine therein preached is agreeable

both to my principles and practice, and as it was published very

seasonably to reprove the impertinence of a writer in the foregoing

Thursday's Mercury, who, at the conclusion of one of his silly

paragraphs, laments forsooth that the fair sex are so peculiarly

guilty of this enormous crime: every blockhead, ancient and modern,

that could handle a pen, has, I think, taken upon him to cant in the

same senseless strain. If to _scandalize_ be really a crime, what do

these puppies mean? They describe it--they dress it up in the most

odious, frightful and detestable colors--they represent it as the

worst of crimes, and then roundly and charitably charge the whole race

of womankind with it. Are not they then guilty of what they condemn,

at the same time that they condemn it? If they accuse us of any other

crime they must necessarily scandalize while they do it; but to

scandalize us with being guilty of scandal, is in itself an egregious

absurdity, and can proceed from nothing but the most consummate

impudence in conjunction with the most profound stupidity.

This, supposing as they do, that to scandalize is a crime; which you

have convinced all reasonable people is an opinion absolutely

erroneous. Let us leave then, these select mock-moralists, while I

entertain you with some account of my life and manners.

I am a young girl of about thirty-five, and live at present with my

mother. I have no care upon my head of getting a living, and therefore

find it my duty as well as inclination to exercise my talent at

CENSURE for the good of my country folks. There was, I am told, a

certain generous emperor, who, if a day had passed over his head in

which he had conferred no benefit on any man, used to say to his

friends, in Latin, _Diem perdidi_, that is, it seems, _I have lost a

day_. I believe I should make use of the same expression, if it were

possible for a day to pass in which I had not, or missed, an

opportunity to scandalize somebody: but, thanks be praised, no such

misfortune has befel me these dozen years.

Yet whatever good I may do, I cannot pretend that I at first entered

into the practice of this virtue from a principle of public spirit;

for I remember that when a child I had a violent inclination to be

ever talking in my own praise, and being continually told that it was

ill-manners and once severely whipped for it, the confined stream

formed itself a new channel, and I began to speak for the future in

the dispraise of others. This I found more agreeable to company and

almost as much so to myself: for what great difference can there be

between putting yourself up or putting your neighbor down? _Scandal_,

like other virtues, is in part its own reward, as it gives us the

satisfaction of making ourselves appear better than others, or others

no better than ourselves.

My mother, good woman, and I, have heretofore differed upon this

account. She argued that Scandal spoilt all good conversation, and I

insisted that without it there would be no such thing. Our disputes

once rose so high that we parted tea-tables, and I concluded to

entertain my acquaintance in the kitchen. The first day of this

separation we both drank tea at the same time, but she with her

visitors in the parlor. She would not hear of the least objection to

any one's character, but began a new sort of discourse in some such

queer philosophical manner as this: _I am mightily pleased sometimes,_

says she, _when I observe and consider that the world is not so bad as

people out of humor imagine it to be. There is something amiable, some

good quality or other in every body. If we were only to speak of

people that are least respected, there is such a one is very dutiful

to her father, and methinks has a fine set of teeth; such a one is

very respectful to her husband; such a one is very kind to her poor

neighbors, and besides has a very handsome shape; such a one is always

ready to serve a friend, and in my opinion there is not a woman in

town that has a more agreeable air or gait._ This fine kind of talk,

which lasted near half an hour, she concluded by saying, _I do not

doubt but every one of you has made the like observations, and I

should be glad to have the conversation continued upon this subject._

Just at this juncture I peeped in at the door, and never in my life

before saw such a set of simple vacant countenances. They looked

somehow neither glad nor sorry, nor angry nor pleased, nor indifferent

nor attentive; but (excuse the simile) like so many images of rye

dough. I, in the kitchen, had already begun a ridiculous story of Mr.

----'s intrigue with his maid, and his wife's behavior on the

discovery; at some of the passages we laughed heartily; and one of the

gravest of mamma's company, without making any answer to her discourse

got up _to go and see what the girls were so merry about_: she was

followed by a second, and shortly by a third, till at last the old

gentlewoman found herself quite alone, and being convinced that her

project was impracticable came herself and finished her tea with us;

ever since which _Saul also has been among the prophets_, and our

disputes lie dormant.

By industry and application I have made myself the centre of all the

scandal in the province; there is little stirring but I hear of it. I

began the world with this maxim, that no trade can subsist without

returns; and accordingly, whenever I received a good story, I

endeavored to give two or a better in the room of it. My punctuality

in this way of dealing gave such encouragement that it has procured me

an incredible deal of business, which without diligence and good

method it would be impossible for me to go through. For besides the

stock of defamation thus naturally flowing in upon me, I practice an

art by which I can pump {350} scandal out of people that are the least

inclined that way. Shall I discover my secret? Yes; to let it die with

me would be inhuman. If I have never heard ill of some person I always

impute it to defective intelligence; _for there are none without their

faults, no, not one_. If she be a woman, I take the first opportunity

to let all her acquaintance know I have heard that one of the

handsomest or best men in town has said something in praise either of

her beauty, her wit, her virtue, or her good management. If you know

any thing of human nature, you perceive that this naturally introduces

a conversation turning upon all her failings, past, present and to

come. To the same purpose and with the same success I cause every man

of reputation to be praised before his competitors in love, business,

or esteem, on account of any particular qualification. Near the times

of election, if I find it necessary, I commend every candidate before

some of the opposite party, listening attentively to what is said of

him in answer. But commendations in this latter case are not always

necessary and should be used judiciously. Of late years I needed only

observe what they said of one another freely; and having for the help

of memory taken account of all informations and accusations received,

whoever peruses my writings after my death, may happen to think that

during a certain time the people of Pennsylvania chose into all their

offices of honor and trust, the veriest knaves, fools and rascals, in

the whole province. The time of election used to be a busy time with

me, but this year, with concern I speak it, people are grown so good

natured, so intent upon mutual feasting and friendly entertainment,

that I see no prospect of much employment from that quarter.

I mentioned above that without good method I could not go through my

business. In my father's life time I had some instruction in accounts,

which I now apply with advantage to my own affairs. I keep a regular

set of books and can tell at an hour's warning how it stands between

me and the world. In my _Daybook_ I enter every article of defamation

as it is transacted; for scandals _received in_ I give credit, and

when I pay them out again I make the persons to whom they respectively

relate, _Debtor_. In my _Journal_, I add to each story, by way of

improvement, such probable circumstances as I think it will bear, and

in my _Ledger_ the whole is regularly posted.

I suppose the reader already condemns me in his heart for this

particular of _adding circumstances_, but I justify this part of my

practice thus. It is a principle with me that none ought to have a

greater share of reputation than they really deserve; if they have, it

is an imposition upon the public. I know it is every one's interest,

and therefore believe they endeavor to conceal all their vices and

follies; and I hold that those people are _extraordinary_ foolish or

careless, who suffer one-fourth of their failings to come to public

knowledge. Taking then the common prudence and imprudence of mankind

in a lump, I suppose none suffer above one-fifth to be discovered;

therefore, when I hear of any person's misdoing, I think I keep within

bounds, if in relating it I only make it three times worse than it is;

and I reserve to myself the privilege of charging them with one fault

in four, which for aught I know they may be entirely innocent of. You

see there are but few so careful of doing justice as myself; what

reason then have mankind to complain of _Scandal_? In a general way

the worst that is said of us is only half what might be said, if all

our faults were seen.

But alas! two great evils have lately befallen me at the same time; an

extreme cold that I can scarce speak, and a most terrible toothache

that I dare hardly open my mouth. For some days past I have received

ten stories for one I have paid; and I am not able to balance my

accounts without your assistance. I have long thought that if you

would make your paper a vehicle of scandal, you would double the

number of your subscribers. I send you herewith accounts of four

knavish tricks, two * * *, five * * * * *, three drubbed wives, and

four henpecked husbands, all within this fortnight; which you may, as

articles of news, deliver to the public, and if my toothache continues

shall send you more, being in the mean time your constant reader,

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