In the hazy view behind my windowscreen wipers and all the mist and rain, I saw... Oh! Boo! Did I scare ya? Happy spooky season, everybody! Before anyone asks, yes, I'm fine. In fact, this story happened about four years ago, so I am definitely A-okay. Some of you may know I've shared spooky stories in the past on this channel. However, this story, I think deserves its own standalone video. This wasn't a time I got a quick scare and it turned out to be nothing. This was an event which genuinely terrified me in a way I have never experienced before. On a winter night in 2018, my friends and I were taking advantage of our limited free time as we knew school exams were quickly approaching. We spent all afternoon playing video games, just chilling and having a good time. 8.30pm rolled around and I decided I'd better get home. I said bye to my friends and hopped into my car, looking forward to a warm shower and a nice rest before school the next day. The weather wasn't too bad when I left, but only moments into my drive... It suddenly pours down rain. Like, out of nowhere. Really? It wasn't so bad I couldn't see the road in front of me, so I didn't feel the need to pull over. Instead, I simply drove slowly through the neighborhood just to make sure I made it home safe. My window wipers were max speed. I turn on to this particular street and this is where things get so creepy. In the hazy view behind my window screen wipers and all the mist and rain, I saw a lady. A lady standing on the side of the road pointing with her left hand as if she was telling me to get out of the way.  She was incredibly pale in her face, arms and legs. And to top it off, she was wearing what looked like an old fashioned nightgown, barefoot, getting drenched in the pouring rain. I have never been so startled in my life as I swerved around this woman. Because of the rain, I couldn't see long distances in front or behind me, so by the time she popped up in my view, it was the biggest fright. To top it off, the most chilling thing which I swear on my life is true, is that all of this happened right next to a cemetery. Needless to say, my heart was pounding and paranoia was at an all time high as I made the rest of my way home. I hope you guys are enjoying the video so far. I'm just popping in quickly to let you all know that the new Scaly Jess merch, as well as the wonderful Wobbly Kaiju poster, are only available for one more week from the time of posting this video. I absolutely love how these came out and if you'd like to get your hands on one before they're all gone forever, then click the link in the description. The next day at school, I told my friends every detail I could remember from the situation and we all tried to come up with a reasonable explanation for what had occurred. Some were convinced I saw something paranormal given my description of the figure while someone else said I could have seen a homeless woman in the area. Nobody knows and to this day, I am still not sure what I encountered that night. Only now, years later, I thought it was time to maybe do some research to see if I can find any spooky connections to my experience either in the area or elsewhere in the world. I'm not a superstitious person so I don't take these search results too seriously and I hope you won't either. But they are quite eerie to read about. I came across what is known as the White Lady. The White Lady is a type of female ghost. She has long straight hair, typically dressed in a white dress or similar garment, reportedly seen in rural areas and associated with local legends of tragedy. The White Lady legends are found in many countries around the world, says Wikipedia. Apparently there have been so many sightings of this ghostly figure. I've read about some happening on the side of highways or on back roads. Very similar to the way I came across it. 7 News Australia even covered a story about a mother and daughter who saw this White Lady standing at the gates of a cemetery they were visiting on the Central Coast. They claimed to have then seen this woman sitting in the back seat of their car. The mother and daughter are both completely convinced it's a real woman or rather her spirit which is connected to a tragedy from the area and is now roaming the streets. Just out of curiosity, I did some research to see if there was any tragic events that occurred in the area where I had my chilling encounter, but luckily I found nothing. Please let me reiterate, take all of this with a grain of salt. Part of me holds on to the belief that there's a logical explanation as to why there was a lady standing in the rain, dressed the way she was, right next to a cemetery, but I can't formulate a narrative myself which makes sense. Any suggestions? If you guys have made it to the end of the video, let me know in the comments below if you've had any similar scary experiences that you can't explain. Or if you have any questions about my experience, I'm happy to discuss anything and everything over on my second channel Jelly Jess. Thanks so much for watching and please stay safe out there!


Letter No. 1 of the Silent Stugud Letters This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Darcy Smitunar. The Silent Stugud Letters by Benjamin Franklin. Letter No. 1 To the author of the New England Current Sir, it may not be improper in the first place to inform your readers that I intend once a fortnight to present them by the help of this paper with a short epistle, which I presume will add somewhat to their entertainment. And since it is observed that the generality of people nowadays are unwilling either to command or dispraise what they read until they are in some measure informed who or what the author of it is, whether he be poor or rich, old or young, a scholar or a leather apron man, etc., and give their opinion of the performance according to the knowledge which they have of the author's circumstances, it may not be amiss to begin with a short account of my past life and present condition, that the reader may not be at a loss to judge whether or not my lucuberations are worth his reading. At the time of my birth, my parents were on shipboard in their way from London to North England. My entrance into this troublesome world was attended with the death of my father, a misfortune which though I was not then capable of knowing, I shall never be able to forget. For as he, poor man, stood upon the deck rejoicing at my birth, a merciless wave entered the ship, and in one moment carried him beyond reprieve. Thus was the first day which I saw, the last that was seen by my father, and thus was my disconsolate mother at once made both a parent and a widow. When we arrived at Boston, which was not long after, I was put to nurse in a country place, at a small distance from the town where I went to school, and passed my infancy and childhood in vanity and idleness, until I was bound out to apprentice that I might no longer be a charge to my indigent mother, who was put to hard shifts for a living. My master was a country minister, a pious, good-natured young man, and a bachelor. He labored with all his might to instill virtuous and godly principles into my tender soul, well knowing that it was the most suitable time to make deep and lasting impressions on the mind, while it was yet untainted with vice, free and unbiased. He endeavored that I might be instructed in all that knowledge and learning which is necessary for our sex, and denied me no accomplishment that could possibly be attained in a country place, such as all sorts of needlework, writing, arithmetic, etc., and observing that I took a more than ordinary delight in reading ingenious books. He gave me the free use of his library, which though it was but small, yet it was well-chose to inform the understanding rightly, and enable the mind to frame great and noble ideas.  I will not abuse your patience with the tedious recital of all the frivolous accidents of my life that happened from this time until I arrived to years of discretion, only inform you that I lived a cheerful country life, spending my leisure time either in some innocent diversion with the neighboring females, or in some shady retirement with the best of company, books. Thus I passed away the time with a mixture of profit and pleasure, having no affliction but what was imaginary, and created in my own fancy, as nothing is more common with us women than to be grieving for nothing when we have nothing else to grieve for. As I would not engross too much of your paper at once, I will defer the remainder of my story until my next letter, in the meantime desiring your readers to exercise their patience and bear with my humors now and then, because I shall trouble them but seldom. I am not insensible of the impossibility of pleasing all, but I would not willingly displease any, and for those who will take offense where none is intended, they are beneath the notice of your humble servant, Silen Stugud, the New England Current, April 2, 1722. End of Letter No. 1, Recording by Darcy Smitonar Letter No. 2 of the Silen Stugud Letters, by Benjamin Franklin. This Sleevervox recording is in the public domain. To the author of the New England Current. Sir, histories of lives are seldom entertaining, unless they contain something either admirable or exemplar. And since there is little or nothing of this nature in my own adventures, I will not tire your readers with tedious particulars of no consequence, but will briefly and in as few words as possible relate the most material occurrences of my life, and according to my promise, confine all to this letter. My reverend master, who had hitherto remained a bachelor, after much meditation on the eighteenth verse of the second chapter of Genesis, took up a resolution to marry, and having made several unsuccessful fruitless attempts on the more topping sort of our sex, and being tired with making troublesome journeys and visits to no purpose, he began unexpectedly to cast a loving eye upon me, whom he had brought up cleverly to his hand. There is certainly scarce any part of a man's life in which he appears more silly and ridiculous than when he makes his first onset in courtship. The awkward manner in which my master first discovered his intentions, made me, in spite of my reverence to his person, burst out into unmanorly laughter. However, having asked his pardon and with much adieu composed my countenance, I promised him I would take his proposal into serious consideration and speedily give him an answer. As he had been a great benefactor, and in a manner of father to me, I could not well deny his request when I once perceived he was an earnest. Whether it was love, or gratitude, or pride, or all three that made me consent, I know not. But it is certain he found it no hard matter by the help of his rhetoric to conquer my heart and persuade me to marry him. This unexpected match was very astonishing to all the country round about and served to furnish them with discourse for a long time after, some approving it, others disliking it, as they were led by their various fancies and inclinations. We lived happily together in the height of conjugal love and mutual endearments for near seven years, in which time we added two likely girls and a boy to the family of the do-goods. But alas, when my son was in its meridian altitude, inexorable, unrelenting death, as if he had envied my happiness and tranquility and resolved to make me entirely miserable by the loss of so good a husband, hastened his flight to the heavenly world by a sudden unexpected departure from this. I have now remained in a state of widowhood for several years, but it is a state I never much admired, and I am apt to fancy that I could be easily persuaded to marry again, provided I was sure of a good-humored, sober, agreeable companion. But one, even with these few good qualities being hard to find, I have lately relinquished all thoughts of that nature. At present I pass away my leisure hours in conversation, either with my honest neighbor Rusticus and his family, or with the ingenious minister of our town who now lodges at my house, and by whose assistance I intend now and then to beautify my writings with a sentence or two in learned languages, which will not only be fashionable and pleasing to those who do not understand it, but will likewise be very ornamental. I shall conclude this with my own character, which one would think I should be best able to give. Know then that I am an enemy device and a friend to virtue. I am one of an extensive charity and a great forgiver of private injuries, a hearty lover of the clergy and all good men, and a mortal enemy to arbitrary government and unlimited power. I am naturally very jealous for the rights and liberties of my country, and the least appearance of an encroachment on those invaluable privileges is apt to make my blood boil exceedingly. I have likewise a natural inclination to observe and reprove the faults of others, at which I have an excellent faculty. I speak this to all such whose offenses shall come under my cognizance, for I never intend to wrap my talent in a napkin. To be brief, I am courteous and affable, good-humored unless I am first provoked, and handsome and sometimes witty, but always serve your friend and humble servant, silence do good. The New England Current, April 16, 1722 End of Letter No. 2 Recording by Darcy Smitunar Letter No. 3 of the Silence Do Good Letters by Benjamin Franklin This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. To the author of the New England Current Sir, it is undoubtedly the duty of all persons to serve the country they live in, according to their abilities. Yet I sincerely acknowledge that I have hitherto been very deficient in this particular. Whether it was for want of will or opportunity, I will not at present stand to determine. Let it suffice that I now take up a resolution to do for the future all that lies in my way for the service of my countrymen. I have for my youth been indivitigably studious to gain and treasure up in my mind all useful and desirable knowledge, especially such as tends to improve the mind and enlarge the understanding. And as I have found it very beneficial to me, I am not without hopes that communicating my small stock in this manner by piecemeal to the public may be at least in some measure useful. I am very sensible that it is impossible for me, or indeed any one writer, to please all readers at once. Various persons have different sentiments, and that which is pleasant and delightful to one gives another disgust. He that would, in this way of writing, please all, is under a necessity to make his themes almost as numerous as his letters. He must one while be merry and diverting, and more solid and serious, one while sharp and satirical, than to mollify that be sober and religious. At one time let the subject be politics, then let the next theme be love. Thus will everyone, one time or other, find something agreeable to his own fancy, and in his turn be delighted. According to this method, I intend to proceed. Bestowing now and then a few gentle reproofs on those who deserve them, not forgetting at the same time to applaud those whose actions merit commendation. And here I must not forget to invite the ingenious part of your readers, particularly those of my own sex, to enter into a correspondence with me, assuring them that their condescension in this particular shall be received as a favour and accordingly acknowledged. I think I have now finished the foundation, and I intend in my next to begin to raise the building, having nothing more to write at present. I must make the usual excuse in such cases of being in haste, assuring you that I speak from my heart when I call myself the most humble and obedient of all the servants your merits have acquired. The New England Courant, April 30th, 1722. End of Letter No. 3 of The Silence Dugud Letters, Recording by Darcy Smitunar. Letter No. 4 of The Silence Dugud Letters by Benjamin Franklin. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. And some etiam nonc, well greike, loque, well latine, doquendos. Cicero. To the author of The New England Courant. Discoursing the other day at dinner with my reverend boarder, formerly mentioned, whom for distinction's sake we will call by the name of Clericus. Concerning the education of children, I asked his advice about my young son William, whether or not I had best bestow upon him academic learning, or as our phrase is, bring him up at our college. He persuaded me to do it by all means, using many weighty arguments with me, and answering all the objections that I could form against it, telling me with all that he did not doubt but that the lad would take his learning very well, and not idle away his time as too many there nowadays do. These words of Clericus gave me a curiosity to inquire a little more strictly into the present circumstances of that famous seminary of learning, but the information which he gave me was neither pleasant nor such as I had expected. As soon as dinner was over, I took a solitary walk into my orchard, still ruminating on Clericus's discourse with much consideration, until I came to my usual place of retirement under the great apple tree, where having seated myself, and carelessly laid my head on a verdant bank, I fell by degrees into a soft and undisturbed slumber. My waking thoughts remained with me in my sleep, and before I awaked again, I dreamt the following dream. I fancied I was travelling over pleasant and delightful fields and meadows, and through many small country towns and villages, and as I passed along, all places resounded with the fame of the temple of learning. Every peasant who had wherewithal was preparing to send one of his children at least to this famous place, and in this case most of them consulted their own persons instead of their children's capacities, so that I observed a great many, yea, the most part of those who were travelling thither, were little better than dunces and blockheads, alas, alas. At length I entered upon a spacious plain, in the midst of which was erected a large and stately edifice. It was to this that a great company of youths from all parts of the country were going, so stepping in among the crowd, I passed on with them, and presently arrived at the gate. The passage was kept by two sturdy porters named riches and poverty, and the latter obstinately refused to give entrance to any who had not first gained the favour of the former, so that I observed many who came even to the very gate were obliged to travel back again as ignorant as they came, for want of this necessary qualification. However, as a spectator I gained admittance, and with the rest entered directly into the temple. In the middle of the great hall stood a stately and magnificent throne, which was ascended to by two high and difficult steps. On the top of it sat learning in awful state. She was apparelled wholly in black, and surrounded almost on every side with innumerable volumes in all languages. She seemed very busily employed in writing something on half a sheet of paper, and upon inquiry I understood she was preparing a paper called the New England Current. On her right hand sat English, with a pleasant smiling countenance, and handsomely attired, and on her left were seated several antique figures with their faces veiled. I was considerably puzzled to guess who they were, until one informed me, who stood beside me, that those figures on her left hand were Latin, Greek, Hebrew, etc., and that they were very much reserved, and seldom or never unveiled their faces here, and then to few or none, though most of those who have in this place acquired so much learning as to distinguish them from English, pretended to an intimate acquaintance with them. I then inquired of him what could be the reason why they continued veiled, in this place especially. He pointed to the foot of the throne, where I saw idleness, attended with ignorance, and these he informed me, were they who first veiled them, and still kept them so. Now I observed that the whole tribe who entered into the temple with me began to climb the throne, but the work proving troublesome and difficult to most of them, they withdrew their hands from the plow, and contented themselves to sit at the foot with madam idleness, and her maid ignorance, until those who were assisted by diligence and a docile temper had well nigh got up the first step. But the time drawing nigh in which they could no way avoid ascending, they were feigned to crave the assistance of those who had got up before them, and who for the reward perhaps of a pint of milk, or a piece of plum cake, lent the lovers a helping hand, and sat them in the eye of the world upon a level with themselves. The other step being in the same manner ascended, and the usual ceremonies at an end, every beetle skull seemed well satisfied with his own portion of learning, though perhaps he was ingest as ignorant as ever. And now the time of their departure being come, they marched out of doors to make room for another company who waited for entrance, and I, having seen all that was to be seen, quitted the hall likewise, and went to make my observations on those who were just gone out before me. Some I perceived took to merchandising, others to traveling, some to one thing, some to another, and some to nothing, and many of them from henceforth for want of patrimony, lived as poor as church mice being unable to dig, and ashamed to beg, and to live by their wits it was impossible. But the most part of the crowd went along a large beaten path, which led to a temple at the further end of the plain called the Temple of Theology. The business of those who were employed in this temple being laborious and painful, I wondered exceedingly to see so many go towards it. But while I was pondering this matter in my mind, I spied Pecunia behind a curtain, beckoning to them with her hand, which sight immediately satisfied me for those who say it was, that a great part of them, I will not say all, traveled that road. In this temple I saw nothing worth mentioning, except the ambitious and fraudulent contrivances of Plagius, who notwithstanding he had been severely reprehended for such practices before, was diligently transcribing some eloquent paragraphs out of Tillitson's works, etc., to Ibellish's own. Now I bethought myself in my sleep, that it was time to be at home, and as I fancied I was travelling back fither, I reflected in my mind on the extreme folly of those parents who, blind to their children's dullness, and insensible of the solidity of their skulls, because they think their persons can afford it, will need to send them to the Temple of Learning, where, for want of a suitable genius, they learned little more than how to carry themselves handsomely, and enter a room gentile, which might as well be acquired at a dancing school, and from whence they return, after abundance of trouble and charge, as great blockheads as ever, only more proud and self-conceited. While I was in the midst of these unpleasant reflections, Clericus, who with a book in his hand was walking under the trees, accidentally awaked me. To him I related my dream with all its particulars, and he, without much study, presently interpreted it, assuring me that it was a lively representation of Harvard College, etc. I remain, sir, your humble servant, Silence Dugud, the New England Current, May 14th, 1722. End of Letter No. 4 of the Silence Dugud Letters. Letter No. 5 of the Silence Dugud Letters by Benjamin Franklin. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Moliere, Moliere, Magus, Congruet, Ter, to the author of the New England Current. Sir, I shall here present your readers with a letter from one, who informs me that I have begun of the wrong end of my business, and that I ought to begin at home, and censure the vices and follies of my own sex, before I venture to meddle with yours. Nevertheless, I am resolved to dedicate this speculation to the Fair Tribe, and endeavor to show that Mr. Ephraim charges women with being particularly guilty of pride, idleness, etc. wrongfully, inasmuch as the men have not only as great a share in those vices as the women, but are likewise in a great measure the cause of that which the women are guilty of. I think it will be best to produce my antagonist before I encounter him. To Mrs. Dugud. Madam, my design in troubling you with this letter is, to desire you would begin with your own sex first. Let the first volley of your resentments be directed against female vices. Let female idleness, ignorance, and volley, which your vices more peculiar to your sex than to ours, be the subject of your sadders, but more especially female pride, which I think is intolerable. Here is a large field that wants cultivation, and which I believe you are able, if willing, to improve with advantage. And when you have once reformed the women, you will find it a much easier task to reform the men, because women are the prime causes of a great many male enormities. This is all at present from your friendly well-wisher, Ephraim Censorious. After thanks to my correspondent for his kindness in cutting out work for me, I must assure him that I find it a very difficult matter to approve women separate from the men. For what vice is there in which the men have not as great a share as the women, and in some have they not a far greater, as in drunkenness, swearing, etc., and if they have, then it follows that when a vice is to be reproved, men who are most culpable deserve the most reprehension, and certainly therefore ought to have it. But we will waive this point at present, and proceed to a particular consideration of what my correspondent calls female vice. As for idleness, if I should query, where are the greatest number of its votaries to be found, with us or the men? It might, I believe, be easy and truly answered with the latter. For notwithstanding, the men are commonly complaining how hard they are forced to labor, only to maintain their wives and pomp and idleness, yet if you go among the women you will learn that they have always more work upon their hands than they are able to do, and that a woman's work is never done, etc. But, however, suppose we should grant for wants that we are generally more idle than the men, without making any allowance for the weakness of the sex, but desire to know whose fault it is. Are not the men to blame for their folly in maintaining us in idleness? Who is there that can be handsomely supported in affluence, ease, and pleasure by another, that will choose rather to earn his bread by the sweat of his own brows? And if a man will be so fond and so foolish as to labor hard himself for a livelihood and suffer his wife in the meantime to sit in ease in idleness, let him not blame her if she does so. For it isn't a great measure his own fault. And now for the ignorance and folly which he reproaches us with. Let us see if we are fools and ignoramuses, whose is the fault, the men's or ours. An ingenious writer, having this subject in hand, has the following words wherein he lays the fault wholly on the men for not allowing women the advantages of education. I have, says he, often thought of it as one of the most barbarous customs in the world, considering us as a civilized and Christian country that we deny the advantages of learning to women. We reproach the sex every day with folly and impertinence. While I am confident, had they the advantages of education equal to us, they would be guilty of less than ourselves. One would wonder indeed how it should happen that women are conversable at all, since they are only beholding to natural parts for all their knowledge. Their youth is spent to teach them to stitch and sew, or make baubles. They are taught to read indeed, and perhaps to write their names or so, and that is the height of a woman's education. And I would but ask any who slight the sex for their understanding.  If knowledge and understanding had been useless additions to the sex, God Almighty would never have given them capacities, for he made nothing needless. What has the woman done to forfeit the privilege of being taught? Does she plague us with her pride and impertinence? Why did we not let her learn, that she might have had more wit? Shall we abrade women with folly, whence is only the error of this inhumane custom that hindered them being made wiser? So much for female ignorance and folly. And now let us little consider the pride which my correspondent thinks is intolerable. By this expression of his, one would think he is some dejected swan, tyrannized over by some cruel, haughty nymph, who perhaps he thinks has no more reason to be proud than himself. Alas, a day! What shall we say in this case? Why, truly, if women are proud, it is certainly owing to the men still. For if they will be such simpletons as to humble themselves at their feet and fill their credulous ears with extravagant praises of their wit, beauty, and other accomplishments, perhaps where there are none too. And when women are by this means persuaded that they are something more than humane, what wonder is it, if they carry themselves hodlily and live extravagantly? Notwithstanding, I believe there are more instances of extravagant pride to be found among men than among women. And this fault is certainly more heinous in the former than in latter. Upon the whole, I conclude, that it will be impossible to lash any vice of which the men are not equally guilty with the women, and consequently deserve an equal, if not a greater share in the censure. However, I exhort both to amend, for both are culpable. Otherwise, they may expect to be severely handled by Sir, your humble servant, Silence Dugud. Note to Bene, Mrs. Dugud had slightly left her seat in the country and come to Boston, where she intends to tarry for the summer season in order to complete her observations of the present reigning vices of the town. The New England Current, May 28, 1722. End of Letter Number 5 of the Silence Dugud Letters. Letter Number 6 of the Silence Dugud Letters by Benjamin Franklin This LibraVox recording is in the public domain. QMDES, WIDET, WINNIONS, SUPERBUM, HUNGTIES, WIDET, FUJIENS, YOKENTUM. Seneca. To the author of the New England Current. Sir, among the many reigning vices of the town, which may at any time come under my consideration and reprehension, there is none which I am more inclined to expose than that of pride. It is acknowledged by all to be advised the most hateful to God and man, even those who nourish it in themselves, hate to see it in others. The proud man aspires after nothing less than an unlimited superiority over his fellow-creatures. He has made himself a king in Sililecui, fancies himself conquering the world and the inhabitants thereof consulting on proper methods to acknowledge his merit. I speak it to my shame. I myself was a queen from the fourteenth to the eighteenth year of my age and govern the world all the time of my being governed by my master. But this speculative pride may be the subject of another letter. I shall at present confine my thoughts to what we call pride of apparel. This sort of pride has been growing upon us ever since we parted with our homespun clothes from fourteen penny-stuffs, etc. And the pride of apparel has begot and nourished in us a pride of heart, which portends the ruin of church and state, pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall. And I remember my late reverend husband would often say upon this text that a fall was a natural consequence as well as a punishment of pride. Daily experience is sufficient to evince the truth of this observation. Persons of small fortune under the dominion of this vice seldom consider their inability to maintain themselves in it, but strive to imitate their superiors in a state or equals in folly until one misfortune comes upon the neck of another and every step they take is a step backwards. By striving to appear rich they become really poor and deprive themselves of that pity and charity which is due to the humble poor man who is made so more immediately by providence. This pride of apparel will appear the more foolish if we consider that those eerie mortals who have no other way of making themselves considerable but by gorgeous apparel draw after them crowds of imitators who hate each other while they endeavor after a similitude of manners. They destroy by example an envy one another's destruction. I cannot dismiss this subject without some observations on a particular fashion now reigning among my own sex. The most immodest and inconvenient of any the art of women has invented, namely that of hoop petticoats. By these they are incommodated in their general and particular calling and therefore they cannot answer the ends of either necessary or ornamental apparel. These monstrous topsy-turvy mortar pieces are neither fit for the church, the hall, or the kitchen, although a number of them were well-mounted on Nautil's island, they would look more like engines of war for mabarding the town than ornaments of the fair sex. An honest neighbor of mine, happening to be in town sometimes since on a public day, informed me that he saw four gentle women with their hoops half-mounted in a balcony as they withdrew through the wall to the great terror of the militia, who he thinks might attribute their irregular volleys to the formidable appearance of the ladies' petticoats. I assure you, sir, I have but little hopes of persuading my sex by this letter, utterly to relinquish the extravagant foolery and indication of immodesty in this monstrous garb of theirs, but I would at least desire them to lessen the circumference of their hoops and leave it with them to consider whether they, who pay no rate for taxes, ought to take up more room in the king's highway than the men who yearly contribute to the support of the government. I am, sir, your humble servant, silence do good. New England current, June 11th, 1722. End of letter number six of the silence do good letters. Letter number seven of the silence do good letters by Benjamin Franklin. This LibraVox recording is in the public domain. Give me the muse whose generous force, impatient of the rains, pursues an unattempted course, breaks all the critics' iron chains. Watts. To the author of the New England current. Sir, it has been the complaint of many ingenious foreigners who have traveled amongst us that good poetry is not to be expected in New England. I am apt to fancy the reason is, not because our countrymen are altogether void of a poetical genius, nor yet because we have not those advantages of education which other countries have, but purely because we do not afford that praise and encouragement which is merited when anything extraordinary of this kind is produced among us. Upon which consideration I have determined, when I meet the great piece of New England poetry, to give it a suitable encomium and thereby endeavor to discover to the world some of its beauties in order to encourage the author to go on and bless the world with more and more excellent productions. There has lately appeared among us a most excellent piece of poetry entitled, an allergy upon the much lamented death of Mrs. Mahita Bell Keitel, wife of Mr. John Keitel of Salem, etc. It may justly be said in his praise, without flattery to the author, that it is the most extraordinary piece of poetry in New England. The language is so soft and easy, the expression so moving apathetic, but above all the verse in numbers so charming and natural that it is almost beyond comparison. The muse disdains those links and chains, measures and rules of vulgar strains and or the laws of harmony as sovereign queens she reigns. I find no English author, ancient or modern, whose allergies may be compared with this, in respect to the elegance of style, nor smoothness of rhyme but for the affecting part I will leave your readers to judge if ever they read any lines that would sooner make them draw their breath inside if not shed tears in these following. Come let us mourn, for we have lost a wife, a daughter and a sister, who has lately taken flight and greatly we have missed her. In another place, some little time before she yielded up her breath, she said, I near shall hear one sermon more on earth.  But the three-fold appellation in the first line, a wife, a daughter and a sister, must not pass unobserved. That line in the celebrated Watts, Guston the Just, the generous and the young, is nothing comparable to it. Ladder only mentions three qualifications of one person who was deceased, which therefore could raise grief and compassion but for one, whereas the former, our most excellent poet, gives his reader a sort of an idea of the death of three persons, a wife, a wife, a daughter and a sister, which is three times as great a loss as the death of one and consequently must raise three times as much grief and compassion in the reader. I should be very much straightened for room if I should attempt to discover even half the excellencies of this elegy, which are obvious to me. Yet I cannot omit one observation which is that the author has to his honor invented a new species of poetry which wants a name and was never before known. His muse scorns to be confined to the old measures and limits or to observe the dull rules of critics, nor rapid gives her rules to fly nor personal knows to sing. Watts. Now tis pity that such an excellent piece should not be dignified with a particular name and seeing it cannot justly be called either epic, sapphic, lyric, or pindaric, nor any other name yet invented. I presume it may in honor and remembrance of the dead be called the Catelic, thus much in the praise of Catelic poetry. It is certain that those elegies which are of our own growth, and our soil seldom produces any other sort of poetry, are by far the greatest part wretchedly dull and ridiculous. Now since it is imagined by many that our poets are honest, well-meaning fellows who do their best, and that if they had but some instructions how to govern fancy with judgment, they would make indifferent good elegies. I shall here sub-join a receipt for that purpose, which was left me as a legacy among other valuable rarities by my reverent husband. It is as follows. A receipt to make a New England funeral elegy for the title of your elegy. Of these you may have enough ready-made to your hands, but if you should choose to make it yourself, you must be sure not to omit the word etatis sue, which will beautify it exceedingly. For the subject of your elegy, take one of your neighbors who has lately departed this life. It is no great matter at what age the party died, but it would be best if he went away suddenly, being killed, drowned, or froze to death. Having chose the person, take all his virtues, excellencies, et cetera, and if he have not enough, you may borrow some to make up a sufficient quantity. To these, add his last words, dying expressions, et cetera, if they are to be had. Mix all these together and be sure you strain them well. Then season all with a handful or two of melancholy expressions, such as dreadful, deadly, cruel, cold death, unhappy fate, weeping eyes, et cetera. Have mixed all these ingredients well, put them into the empty skull of some young Harvard, but in case you have narrow one at hand, you may use your own.  You must spread all upon paper, and if you can procure a scrap of Latin to put at the end, it will garnish it mightily. Then having a fixed your name at the bottom with a maestis composuit, you will have an excellent elegy. Notabene, this receipt will serve when a female is the subject of your elegy, provided you borrow a greater quantity of virtues, excellencies, et cetera. Sir, your servant, silence do good. P.S., I shall make no other answers to hypercarpuses criticism on my last letter than this. Matrimi genuit, pepperit, moxfilia, matrim. The following lines coming to hand soon after he received the above letter from Mrs. Dugud, I think it proper to insert them in this paper, that the doctor may at once be paid for his physical rhymes administered to the dead, to the sage and immortal Dr. H.K. on his incomparable elegy upon the death of Mrs. Mahitebel Ketel, et cetera. A pentagiric, thou hast great bard in thy mysterious ode, gone in a path which near before was trod, and freed the world from the vexatious toil of numbers, metaphors, of wit and style, whose childish minds engravely chose the middle way between good verse and prose. Well, might the rhyming tribe the work decline, since it was too great for every pen but thine. What scribbling mortal dare the bays divide, thou shalt alone in fame's bright chariot ride, for thou with matchless skill and judgment fraught hast learned doggerel to perfection brought. The loftiest piece renowned law can show deserves less wonder than to thine we owe. No more shall toms, but henceforth thine shall be the standard of elegec poetry, the healing race thy genius shall admire, and thee to imitate in vain aspire. For if by chance a patient you should kill, you can embalm his memory with your quill, but those some captious critics discomend what they with all their wit can't comprehend and boldly doom to some ignoble use the shining product of thy fertile muse. From your exhaustless magazine of sense to their confusion keen replies dispense, and them behold with dismay, since not a bard can boast of such a strain. By none but you could kittles worth be shown, and none but your grace self can tell your own, then lease what is your do should not be said, write your own elegy against your dead. Philomosis. The New England Current, June 25th, 1722. This is the end of letter number seven of the Silenced Doogood Letters. Letter number eight of the Silenced Doogood Letters by Franklin. This Libra Vox recording is in the public domain. To the author of the New England Current. Sir, I prefer the following abstract from the London Journal to anything of my own, and therefore shall present it to your readers this week without any further preface. Without freedom of thought there can be no such thing as wisdom, and no such thing as public liberty. Without freedom of speech, which is the right of every man, as far as by it he does not hurt or control the right of another, and this is the only check it ought to suffer, and the only bounds it ought to know. This sacred privilege is so essential to free governments that the security of property and the freedom of speech always go together, and in those wretched countries where a man cannot call his tongue his own, he can scarce call anything else his own. Whoever would overthrow the liberty of a nation must begin by subduing the freedom of speech, a thing terrible to public traders. This secret was so well known to the court of King Charles I that his wicked ministry procured a proclamation to forbid the people to talk of parliaments which those traders had laid aside. To assert the undoubted right of the subject and defend his Majesty's legal prerogative was called disaffection and punished as sedition. Nay, people were forbidden to talk of religion in their families. For the priests had combined with the ministers to cook up tyranny and suppress truth and the law while the late King James, when Duke of York, went avowedly to mass, men were fined imprisoned and undone for saying he was a papist, and that King Charles II might live more securely a papist there was an act of parliament made, declaring it treason to say that he was one. That men ought to speak well of their governance is true, while their governance deserve to be well spoken of but to do public mischief without hearing of it is only the prerogative and felicity of tyranny. A free people will be showing that they are so by their freedom of speech. The administration of government is nothing else but the attendance of the trustees of the people upon the interest and affairs of the people and as it is the part and business of the people for whose sake alone all public matters are or ought to be well or ill-transacted to see whether they be well or ill-transacted so it is the interest and ought to be the ambition of all honest magistrates to have their deeds openly examined and publicly scanned only the wicked governors of men dread what is said of them. Audevit, Tiberius, Probra, Cuius, La Carabitur, Atke, Perculsus Est the public censure was true else he had not felt it bitter. Freedom of speech is ever the symptom as well as the effect of a good government. In old Rome all was left to the judgment and pleasure of the people who examined the public proceedings with such discretion and censured those who administered them with such equity and mildness that in the space of 300 years not five public ministers suffered unjustly. Indeed, whenever the commons proceeded to violence the great ones had been the aggressors. Guilt only dreads liberty of speech which drags it out of its lurking holes and exposes its deformity and horror to daylight. Horaceus, Philarius, Sincinatus, and other virtuous and undesigning magistrates of the Roman Commonwealth had nothing to fear from liberty of speech. Their virtuous administration the more it was examined the more it brightened and gained by inquiry. When Philarius in particular was accused upon some slight grounds of affecting the diadem he, who was the first minister of Rome, does not accuse the people for examining his conduct but approved his innocence in a speech to them and gave such satisfaction to them and gained such popularity to himself that they gave him a new name Inde, Cognomen, Factum, Publicole, Est to denote that he was their favorite and their friend. Latte, Deinde, Legis, Ante, Omnes, De Provacatione, Adversus, Magistratus, Ad Populum, Levi, Lib, to Cap 8. But things afterwards took another turn. Rome, with the loss of its liberty lost also its freedom of speech. Then men's words began to be feared and watched and then first began the poisonous race of informers banished indeed under the righteous administration of Titus, Narva, Trajan, Aurelius, etc. but encouraged and enriched under the vile ministry of Sejanus, Tigolinus, Palis, and Cleander. Query Libet, Quod in secreta, Nostra non, In Queroant Principes, Nisiquos, Odimos, says Pliny, to Trajan. The best princes have ever encouraged and promoted freedom of speech. They know that Upris, they know that Upris measures would defend themselves and that all Upris men would defend them. Tacitus, speaking of the reign of some of the princes above mentioned, says with ecstasy. Rara temporum felicitate, Ubi centirei, quae vellis, and quae centius, decirei, liget. A blessed time when you might think what you would and speak what you thought. I doubt not, but old Spencer and his son, who were the chief ministers and betrayers of Edward II, would have been very glad to have stopped the mouths of all the honest men in England. They dreaded to be called traitors, because they were traitors. And I dare say Queen Elizabeth Walsingham, who deserved no reproaches feared none. Misrepresentation of public measures is easily overthrown by representing public measures truly when they are honest they ought to be publicly commended, but if they are naivish or pernicious they ought to be publicly exposed in order to be publicly detested. Yours etc. Silence Dugud The New England Courant, July 9th, 1722 End of Letter No. 8 of The Silence Dugud Letters Letter No. 9 of The Silence Dugud Letters by Benjamin Franklin This LibraVox recording is in the public domain. Optimi Est Pessima To the author of The New England Courant Sir It has been for some time a question with me whether a commonwealth suffers more by hypocritical pretenders to religion or by the openly profane. But some late thoughts of this nature have inclined me to think that the hypocrite is the most dangerous person of the two, especially if he sustains a post in the government and we consider his conduct as it regards the public. The most artifice of a state hypocrite is by a few savory expressions which cost him nothing to portray the best men in this country into an opinion of his goodness and if the country wherein he lives is noted for the purity of religion he the more easily gains his end and consequently may more justly be exposed and detested. A notoriously profane person in a private capacity ruins himself and perhaps forwards the destruction of a few of his eagles.  They take him for a saint and pass him for one without considering that they are as it were the instruments of public mischief out of conscience and ruin their country for God's sake. This political description of a hypocrite may for ought I know be taken for a new doctrine by some of your readers but let them consider that a litter religion and a little honesty is a great way in courts. Tis not inconsistent with charity to distrust a religious man in power though he may be a good man. He has many temptations to propagate public destruction for personal advantages and security and if his natural temper be covetous and his actions often contradict his pious discourse we may with great reason conclude that he has some other design in his religion besides barely getting to heaven. But the most dangerous hypocrite of commonwealth is one who leaves the gospel for the sake of the law. A man compounded of law and gospel is able to cheat a whole country with his religion and then destroy them under color of law and here the clergy are in great danger of being deceived and the people of being deceived by the clergy until the monster arrives to such power and wealth that he is out of the reach of both and can oppress the people without their own blind assistant and it is a sad observation that when the people too late see their error yet the clergy still persist in their encomiums on the hypocrite and when he happens to die for the good of his country without leaving behind him the memory of one good action he shall be sure to have his funeral sermons stuffed with pious expressions which he dropped at such a time and at such a place and on such an occasion than which nothing can be more prejudicial to the interest of religion nor indeed to the memory of the person deceased the reason of this blindness in the clergy is because they are honorably supported as they ought to be by their people and see nor feel nothing of the oppression which is obvious and burdensome to everyone else but this subject raises in me an indignation not to be born and if we have had or are like to have any instances if this nature in New England we cannot better manifest our love to religion and the country than by setting the deceivers in a true light and undeceiving the deceived however such discoveries may be represented by the ignorant or designing enemies of our peace and safety I shall conclude with a paragraph or two from an ingenious political writer in the London Journal the better to convince your readers that public destruction may be easily carried on by hypocritical pretenders to religion a raging passion for a moderate gain had made men universally and intensely hard-hearted they were everywhere devouring one another and yet the directors and their accomplices who were the acting instruments of all this outrageous madness and mischief set up for wonderful pious persons while they were defying Almighty God and plundering men and they set apart a fund of subscriptions for charitable uses that is they mercilessly made a whole people beggars and charitably supported a few necessitous and worthless favorites I doubt not if Melanie had gone on with success they would have had their names handed down to posterity within comiums as the names of other public robbers have been we have historians and odemakers now living very proper for such a task it is certain that most people did it one time believe the directors to be great and worthy persons and an honest country clergyman told me last summer upon the road that Sir John was an excellent public spirited person for that he had beautified his chancel upon the whole we must not judge of one another by their best actions since the worst men do some good and all men make fine professions but we must judge of men by the whole of their conduct and the effects of it thorough honesty requires great and long proof since many a man long thought honest has at length proved a nave and it is from judging without proof or false proof that mankind continue unhappy I am Sir your humble servant silence do good the new england current july 23rd 1722 and letter number nine of the silence do good letters letter 10 of silence do good letters this liver box recording is in the public domain recording by patty cunningham silence do good number 10 by benjamin franklin posted on august 13th 1722 optime society's hominom serve a bit or cicero to the author of the new england current sir discoursing lately with an intimate friend of mine of the lamentable condition of widows he put into my hands a book where in the ingenious author proposes I think a certain method for their relief I have often thought of some such project for their benefit myself and intended to communicate my thoughts to the public but to prefer my own proposals to what follows would be rather an argument of vanity in me than goodwill to the many hundreds of my fellow sufferers now in new england we have says he abundance of women who have been bred well and lived well ruined in a few years and perhaps left young with a house full of children and nothing to support them which falls generally upon the wives of the inferior clergy or of shopkeepers and artificers they marry wives with perhaps 300 pounds to a thousand pounds portion and can settle no jointure upon them either they are extravagant and idle and wasted or trade decays or losses or a thousand contingencies happen to bring a tradesman to poverty and he breaks the poor young woman it may be has three or four children and is driven to a thousand shifts while he lies in the mint or the friars under the dilemma of a statute of bankrupt but if he dies then she is absolutely undone unless she has friends to go to suppose an office to be erected to be called an office of insurance for widows following conditions two thousand women or their husbands for them enter their names into a register to be kept for that purpose with the names, age and trade of their husbands with the place of their abode paying at the time of their entering five shillings down with one shilling forpence per quarter which is to the setting up in support of an office with clerks and all proper officers for the same retaining such without charge they receive every one of them a certificate sealed by the secretary of the office and signed by the governors for the articles hereafter mentioned if any one of the women becomes a widow at any time after six months from the date of her subscription upon due notice given and claim made at the office in form as shall be directed she shall receive within six months after such claim made sum of five hundred pounds in money without any deductions saving some small fees to the officers which the trustees must settle that they may be known in consideration of this every woman so subscribing obliges herself to pay as often as any member of the society becomes a widow the due proportion or share allotted to her to pay towards the five hundred pounds for the said widow five shillings no seamen or soldiers wives to be accepted into such a proposal as this on the account before mentioned because the contingencies of their lives are not equal to others unless they will admit this general exception supposing they do not die out of the kingdom it might also be an exception that if the widow that claimed had really bona fide left her by her husband to her own use clear of all debts and legacies two thousand pounds she should have no claim the intent being to aid the poor not add to the rich but there lies a great many objections against such an article as one, it may tempt some to forceware themselves two, people will order their wills so as to defraud the exception one exception must be made that is either very unequal matches as when a woman of nineteen marries an old man of seventy or women who have infirm husbands I mean known and publicly so to remedy which two things are to be done one, the office must have moving officers without doors who shall inform themselves of such matters and if any such circumstances appear the office should have fourteen days time to return their money and declare their subscriptions void two, no woman whose husband had any visible distemper should claim under a year after her subscription one grand objection against this proposal is how you will oblige people to pay either their subscription or their quarterage to this I answer by no compulsion though that might be performed too but altogether voluntary only with this argument to move it that if they do not continue their payments they lose the benefit of their past contributions I know it lies as a fair objection against such a project as this that the number of claims are so uncertain that nobody knows what they engage in when they subscribe for so many may die annually out of two thousand as may perhaps make my payment twenty or twenty five pounds per annum and if a woman happened to pay that for twenty years so she receives the five hundred pounds at last she is a great loser but if she dies before her husband she has lessened his estate considerably and brought a great loss upon him first I say to this that I would have such a proposal as this be so fair and easy that if any person who had subscribed found the payments too high and the claims fall too often it should be at their liberty at any time upon notice given to be released and stand obliged no longer and if so Valentin non fit injuria everyone knows best what their own circumstances will bear in the next place because death is a contingency no man can directly calculate and all that subscribe must take the hazard yet that a prejudice against this notion may not be built on wrong grounds let's examine a little the probable hazard how many shall die annually out of two thousand subscribers accounting by the common proportion of burials to the number of the living Sir William Petty in his political arithmetic by a very ingenious calculation brings the account of burial in London to be one in forty annually and proves it by all the proper rules of proportion computation and I'll take my scheme from thence if then one in forty of all the people in England should die that supposes fifty to die every year out of our two thousand subscribers and for a woman to contribute five shillings to everyone would certainly be to agree to pay twelve pounds ten shillings per annum upon her husband's life to receive five hundred pounds when he died and lose it if she died first and yet this would not be a hazard beyond reason too great for the gain but I shall offer some reasons to prove this to be impossible in our case first Sir William Petty allows the city of London to contain about a million of people and our yearly bill of mortality never yet amounted to twenty five thousand in the most sickly years we have had plague years accepted sometimes but to twenty thousand which is but one in fifty now it is to be considered here that children and ancient people make up one time with another at least one third of our bills of mortality and our assurances lies upon none but the middling age of the people which is the only age wherein life is anything steady and if that be allowed there cannot die by his computation above one in eighty of such people every year but because I would be sure to leave room for casualty I'll allow one in fifty shall die out of our number subscribed secondly it must be allowed that our payments falling do only on the death of husbands this one in fifty must not be reckoned upon the two thousand for tis to be supposed at least as many women shall die as men and then there is nothing to pay so that one in fifty upon one thousand is the most that I can suppose shall claim the contribution in a year which is twenty claims a year at five shillings each and is five pounds per annum and if a woman pays this for twenty year and claims at last she is gainer enough and no extraordinary loser if she never claims at all and I verily believe any office might undertake to demand at all adventures not above six pounds per annum and secure the subscriber five hundred pounds in case she come to claim as a widow I would leave this to the consideration of all who are concerned for their own or their neighbor's temporal happiness and I am humbly opinion that the country is right for many such friendly societies whereby every man might help another without any disservice to himself we have many charitable gentlemen who yearly give liberally to the poor and where can they better bestow their charity than on those who become so by providence and for ought they know on themselves but above all the clergy have most need of coming into some such project is this today as well as poor men according to the proverb generally abound in children and how many clergymen in the country are forced to labor in their fields to keep themselves in a condition above want how then shall they be able to leave anything to their forsaken dejected and almost forgotten wives and children for my own part I have nothing left to live on but contentment and a few cows and though I cannot expect to be in this project yet it would be no small satisfaction to me to see it put in practice for the benefit of others I am sir etc. Silence Do Good The New England Courant August 13th 1722 End of Letter 10 Letter 11 of Silence Do Good Letters This LibriVox recording is in the public domain Recording by Patty Cunningham Silence Do Good Number 11 by Benjamin Franklin Posted on August 20th 1722 Nick K. Lisitum in Terrier Estmium amicum viscerae To the author of the New England Courant Sir From a natural compassion to my fellow creatures I have sometimes been betrayed into tears at the sight of an object of charity who by a bare relation of his circumstances seem to demand the assistance of those about him The following petition represents in so lively a manner the forlorn state of a virgin well stricken in years and repentance that I cannot forbear publishing it at this time with some advice to the petitioner To Mrs. Silence Do Good The Humble Petition of Margaret Aftercast Showeth 1. That your petitioner being puffed up in her younger years with a numerous train of humble servants had the vanity to think that her extraordinary wit and beauty would continually recommend her to the esteem of the gallants and therefore as soon as it came to be publicly known that any gentleman addressed her he was immediately discarded. 2. That several of your petitioners humble servants who upon their being rejected by her were to all appearance in a dying condition have since recovered their health and been several years married to the great surprise and grief of your petitioner who parted with them upon no other conditions but that they should die or run distracted for her as several of them faithfully promised to do. 3. That your petitioner finding herself disappointed in and neglected by her former adorers and no new offers appearing for some years past she has been industriously contracting acquaintance with several families in town and country where any young gentlemen or widowers have resided and endeavored to appear as conversable as possible before them she has likewise been a strict observer of the fashion and always appeared well dressed and the better to restore her decayed beauty she has consumed above fifty pounds worth of the most approved cosmetics but all won't do your petitioner therefore most humbly prays that you would be pleased to form a project for the relief of all those penitent mortals of the fair sex that are like to be punished with their virginity until old age for the pride and insolence of their youth and your petitioner has in duty bound shall ever pray etc Margaret aftercast where I endowed with the faculty of matchmaking it should be improved for the benefit of Mrs. Margaret and others in her condition but since my extreme modesty and taciturnity forbids an attempt of this nature I would advise them to relieve themselves in a method of friendly society and that already published for widows I conceive would be a very proper proposal for them whereby every single woman upon full proof given of her continuing a virgin for the space dating her virginity from the age of twelve should be entitled to five hundred pounds in ready cash but then it will be necessary to make the following exceptions one that no woman shall be admitted into the society after she is twenty five years old who has made a practice of entertaining and discarding humble servants without sufficient reason for so doing until she has manifested her repentance in writing under her hand two no member of the society who has declared before two credible witnesses that it is well known she has refused several good offers since the time of her subscribing shall be entitled to the five hundred pounds when she comes of age that is to say thirty years three no woman who after claiming and receiving has had the good fortune to marry shall entertain any company within co-moniums and above the space of one hour at a time upon pain of returning one half of the money into the office for the first offence and upon the second offence to return the remainder I am, sir, your humble servant Silence Dugood in the New England Courant August twentieth, seventeen twenty-two End of Letter eleven Letter twelve of Silence Dugood letters The next recording is in the public domain Recording by Patti Cunningham Silence Dugood, number twelve by Benjamin Franklin Posted on September tenth, seventeen twenty-two Quote est in Cordy Sobrii est in Ore Ebrii to the author of the New England Courant Sir It is no unprofitable though unpleasant pursuit to inspect and consider the manners and conversation of men who, insensible of the greatest enjoyments of humane life, abandon themselves to vice from a false notion of pleasure and good fellowship. A true and natural representation of any enormity is often the best argument against it and means of removing it when the most severe reprehensions alone are found ineffectual. I would in this letter improve the little observation I have made on the vice of drunkenness, the better to reclaim the good fellows who usually pay the devotions of the evening to Bacchus. I doubt not, but moderate drinking has been improved for the diffusion of knowledge among the ingenuous part of mankind who want the talent of a ready-edurance in order to discover the conceptions of their minds in an entertaining and intelligible manner. To is true drinking does not improve our faculties, but it enables us to use them, and therefore I conclude that much study and experience and a little liquor are of absolute necessity for some tempers in order to make them accomplished orators. Dick Ponder discovers an excellent judgment when he is inspired with a glass or two of Claret, but he passes for a fool among those of small observation who never saw him the better for drink, and here it will not be improper to observe that the moderate use of liquor and a well-placed and well-regulated anger often produce this same effect, and some who cannot ordinarily talk but in broken sentences and false grammar do in the heat of passion express themselves with as much eloquent as warmth.  It has been said in the praise of some men, says an ingenious author, that they could talk the whole hours together upon anything, but it must be owned to the honour of the other sex that there are many among them who can talk whole hours together upon nothing. I have known a woman branch out into a long extemp or dissertation on the edging of a petticoat and chide her servant for breaking a china cup all in the figures of rhetoric. But after all it must be considered that no pleasure can give satisfaction or prove advantageous to a reasonable mind, which is not attended with the restraints of reason. Enjoyment is not to be found by excess in any sensual gratification, but on the contrary, the immoderate cravings of the voluptuary are always succeeded with loathing and appalled appetite. What pleasure can the drunkard have in the reflection that while in his cups he retained only the shape of a man and acted the part of a beast or that from reasonable discourse a few minutes before he descended to impertinence and nonsense. I cannot pretend to account for the different effects of liquor on persons of different dispositions who are guilty of excess in the use of it, to strange to see men of a regular conversation become rakeish and profane when intoxicated with drink and yet more surprising to observe that some who appear to be the most profligate wretches when sober become mighty religious in their cups and will then and at no other time address their maker but when they are destitute of reason and actually affronting him. Some shrink in the wedding and others swell to such an unusual bulk in their imaginations that they can in an instant understand all arts and sciences by the liberal education of a little vivifying punch or a sufficient quantity of other exhilarating liquor. And as the effects of liquor are various so are the characters given to its devourers. It argues some shame in the drunkards themselves in that they have invented numberless words and phrases to cover their folly whose proper significations are harmless or have no signification at all. They are seldom known to be drunk though they are very often boozy, cogy, tipsy, foxt, merry, mellow, fuddled, grotable, confoundedly cut, sea-to-moons are among the Philistines in a very good humor, see the sun, or the sun has shone upon them. They clip the king's English are almost froze, feverish in their altitudes, pretty well entered, etc. In short every day produces some new word or phrase which might be added to the vocabulary of the tipplers. But I have chose to mention these few because if at any time a man of sobriety and temperance happens to cut himself confoundedly or is almost froze or feverish, or accidentally sees the sun, etc. he may escape the imputation of being drunk when his misfortune comes to be related. I am Sir, your humble servant. Silence do good. The New England Courant September 10, 1722 End of Letter 12 Letter 13 of Silence do good letters. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Patti Cunningham. Silence do good Number 13 by Benjamin Franklin posted on September 24, 1722. To the author of the New England Courant Sir In persons of contemplative disposition the most indifferent things provoke the exercise of the imagination and the satisfactions which often arise to them thereby are a certain relief to the labour of the mind when it has been intensely fixed on more substantial subjects as well as to that of the body. In one of the late pleasant moonlight I so far indulged in myself the humour of the town in walking abroad as to continue from my lodgings two or three hours later than usual and was pleased beyond expectation before my return. Here I found various company to observe and various discourse to attend to. I met indeed with the common fate of listeners who hear no good of themselves but from a consciousness of my innocence received it with a satisfaction beyond what the love of flattery and the dobbings of a parasite could produce. The company who rallied me were about twenty in number of both sexes and though the confusion of tongues like that of Babel which always happens among so many impetuous talkers rendered their discourse not so intelligible as I could wish I learnt thus much that one of the females pretended to know me from some certain house before the publication of one of my letters adding that I was a person of ill character and kept a criminal correspondence with a gentleman who assisted me in writing. One of the galants cleared me of this random charge by saying that though I wrote in the character of a woman he knew me to be a man but continued he he has more need of endeavouring a reformation in himself than spending his wit in satirising others. I had no sooner left this set of ramblers but I met a crowd of tarpaulins and their doxies linked to each other by the arms who ran by their own account after the rate of six knots an hour and bent their course towards the common. Their eager and amorous emotions of body, occasioned by taking their mistresses in tow they called wild steerage and as a pair of them happened to trip and come to the ground the company were called upon to bring two for that Jack and Betty were foundered but this fleet were not less comical or irregular in their progress than a company of females I soon after came up with who by throwing their heads to the right and left at everyone who passed by them I concluded came out with no other design than to revive the spirit of love in disappointed bachelors and expose themselves to sail to the first bidder but it would take up too much room to mention all the occasions of diversion I met with in this night's ramble as it grew later I observed that many pensive use with down looks and a slow pace would be ever now and then crying out on the cruelty of their mistresses others with a more rapid pace and cheerful air would be swinging their canes and clapping their cheeks and whispering at certain intervals I am certain I shall have her this is more than I expected how charmingly she talks et cetera upon the whole I conclude that our night walkers are a set of people who contribute very much to the health and satisfaction of those who have been fatigued with business or study and occasionally observe their pretty gestures and impertenencies but among men of business the shoemakers and other dealers in leather are doubly obliged to them in as much as they exceedingly promote the consumption of their wear and I have heard of a shoemaker who, being asked by a noted rambler whether he could tell how long her shoes would last very prettily answered that he knew how many days she might wear them but not how many nights because they were then put to a more violent and irregular service than when she employed herself in the common affairs of the house I am, sir, your humble servant silence do good silence do good the new England Courant September 24th, 1722 end of letter 13 letter 14 of silence do good letters this liver box recording is in the public domain recording by Patty Cunningham silence do good, number 14 by Benjamin Franklin posted on October 8th, 1722 Irem Kosarim Quantu Quiquevaliat Bidemus Cicero to the author of the New England Courant sir it often happens that the most zealous advocates for any cause find themselves disappointed in the first appearance of success in the propagation of their opinion and the disappointment appears unavoidable when their easy proselytes too suddenly start into extremes and are immediately filled with arguments to invalidate their former practice this creates a suspicion in the more considerate part of mankind that those who are thus given to change neither fear God nor honor the king in matters of religion he that alter his opinion on a religious account must certainly go through much reading or many arguments on both sides and undergo many struggles in his conscience before he can come to a full resolution secular interest will indeed make quick work with an immoral man especially if not with standing the alteration of his opinion he can with any appearance of credit retain his immorality but by this turn of thought I would not be suspected of uncharitableness to those clergymen at Connecticut who have lately embraced the established religion of our nation some of whom I hear made their professions with a seriousness becoming their order however since they have denied the validity of ordination by the hands of presbyters and consequently their power of administrating the sacraments etc we may justly expect a suitable manifestation of the repentance for invading the priest's office and living so long in a Quora-like rebellion all I would endeavor to show is that an indiscreet zeal for spreading an opinion hurts the cause of the zealot there are too many blind zealots among every denomination of Christians and he that propagates the gospel among rakes and bows without reforming them in their morals is every wit as ridiculous and impolitic as a statesman who makes tools of idiots and tail-bearers much to my present purpose are the words of two ingenious authors of the Church of England though in all probability they were tainted with wiggish principles and with these I shall conclude this letter I would, says one have every zealous man examine his heart thoroughly and I believe he will often find that what he calls a zeal for his religion is either pride interest or ill-nature a man who differs from another in opinion that's himself above him in his own judgment and in several particulars pretends to be the wiser person this is a great provocation to the proud man and gives a keen edge to what he calls his zeal and that this is the case very often we may observe from the behavior of some of the most zealous for orthodoxy who have often great friendships and intimacies with vicious immoral men provided they do but agree with them in the same scheme of belief the reason is because the vicious believer gives the precedency to the virtuous man and allows the good Christian to be the worthier person at the same time that he cannot come up to his perfections this we find exemplified in that trite passage which we see quoted in almost every system of ethics though upon another occasion video melliori provoque deteriora secor on the contrary it is certain if our zeal were true in genuine we should be much more angry with a sinner than a heretic since there are several cases which may excuse the latter before his great judge but none which can excuse the former I have, says another found by experience that it is impossible to talk distinctly without defining the words of which we make use there is not a term in our language which wants explanation so much as the word church one would think when people utter it they should have in their minds ideas of virtue and religion but that important monosybil drags all the other words in the language after it and it is made use of to express both praise and blame according to the character of him who speaks it by this means it happens that no one knows what his neighbor means when he says such a one is for or against the church it has happened that he who is seen every day at church has not been counted in the eye of the world a churchman and he who is very zealous to oblige everyone to frequent it but himself has been a very good son of the church this prepossession is the best handle imaginable for politicians to make use of for managing the loves and hatreds of mankind to the purposes to which they would lead them but this is not a thing for fools for they only bring disesteem upon those whom they attempt to serve when they unskillfully pronounce terms of art I have observed great evils arise from this practice and not only the cause of piety but also the secular interest of clergymen has extremely suffered by the general unexplained signification of the word church I am sir your humble servant silence do good the new England front October 8th 1722 End of letter 14


Good morning folks. This is Steve Rhodes coming to you live from the shores of sunny and very pleasant Delray Beach, Florida. This year, Levin, I'm up and currently have a bit of a mixed bag out there that mixed goes like this. The Dow is up 164 S&Ps down six Nasdaq 100 soft nine. The Russell's up four. Some is your up 22 trannies up 233. That's one is six tenths percent. Move to the upside. Gold is up four bucks. Silver is up four cents. Lights we crude up a buck 58 natural gas of 14 cents in the 30 year treasury printing at 131 22. That's one and a half. It's nearly two full points to the upside. Let's go take a look at nine panel market update chart. We begin with the ESM and the upper left hand side. What you'll see here is a new profile. It's very hard to see. So I'll certainly explain it to you. A new profile that is attempting to form, attempting to form because we're using Stevie's advanced Doppler tool out here. The top of that profile is 4035. The bottom is 3883. So there's your resistance and support. It is bearish in structure and suggests that if the profile holds and price closed below 3992, we should see a move back to 3838. Now, if that's going to happen, we should see that spot. Volotenance continue to move higher out there. Right now it's below the 50 day exponents moving average. That is that is what the bulls want to see, but we do have a rising price oscillator. If we take look at the NASDAQ one or the NQ out here into trying to form a new profile, again, will not be confirmed until this evening. Right now we use the data. The data says you've got resistance of 11658 support at 11053. The US dollar index right now, it's trading below a profile that formed yesterday. That low is at 10186. We're at 10165. There is a 10 minute delay that I have there. So those numbers could be up not the profile numbers, but where price is trading. Goldilocks yesterday. Well, that's interesting. The two different chart patterns out here. So it looks like a dark cloud cover candle out here. So that would have confirmed and is a dark cloud cover candle would have confirmed a sell the D point pattern, but there's a new profile that's also attempting to form. So even if we do get a pullback out here, price should find support at 1864 to 1873 again. This profile will not be confirmed until this evening. We take a look at silver also trying to form a new profile, but here it's got a roadsman to indicator top price needs to close above 2452 to signal it's on its merry way to the upside lights. We include it's trading above and close above yesterday. The top of its daily profile shouldn't target 8409. That's the top of the weekly profile. Natural gas just won't get out of its own way out there. I don't even have the A to B equal city pattern. But as you can see prices below the bottom of its daily profile, old support becoming resistance out there. And if we take a look at the 30 year treasury, it's made its way back as minutes way all the way back. Pretty good. Close to the most recent highs December 15th. The close above 131 132 15 could be signaling a A to B equal CD to the upside for the 30 year Steve Rollins with TFN and will be right back.


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