Mr. SPECTATOR, There is an elderly Person, lately left off Business and settled in our Town, in order, as he thinks, to retire from the World; but he has brought with him such an Inclination to Talebearing, that he disturbs both himself and all our Neighbourhood.

Mr. SPECTATOR, I was a wealthy Grocer in the City, and as fortunate as diligent; but I was a single Man, and you know there are Women.

How was this effected but by the exquisite art of the actor in a perpetual sub-insinuation to us, the spectators, even in the extremity of the shaking fit, that he was not half such a coward as we took him for?

The Spectator was (d) by Steele. 114.

Mr. SPECTATOR, It is my Custom, when I read your Papers, to read over the Quotations in the Authors from whence you take them:

Mr. SPECTATOR, The Matter which I am now going to send you, is an unhappy Story in low Life, and will recommend it self, so that you must excuse the Manner of expressing it.

Mr. SPECTATOR, I am but a young Fellow, and if Mr. Freeman submits, I shall be looked upon as an Incendiary, and never get a Wife as long as I breathe.

Mr. SPECTATOR, Here's a Gentlewoman lodges in the same House with me, that I never did any Injury to in my whole Life; and she is always railing at me to those that she knows will tell me of it.

Mr. SPECTATOR, 'I am a Footman, and live with one of those Men, each of whom is said to be one of the best humoured Men in the World, but that he is passionate.

But a feat which is successful in an empty house, with but one spectator, when your nerves are quiet and blood cool, is a different thing before an excited, terrified, noisy audience, your whole body at fever heat.

The whole ingenuity of the author is centred on keeping the secret, and the spectator who does not know it in advance is all the time in the attitude of a detective questing for clues.

Mr. SPECTATOR, 'I was the other Day at the Bear-Garden, in hopes to have seen your short Face; but not being so fortunate, I must tell you by way of Letter, That there is a Mystery among the Gladiators which has escaped your Spectatorial Penetration.

Mr. SPECTATOR, The following Verses are a Translation of a Lapland Love-Song, which I met with in Scheffer's History of that Country.

Mr. SPECTATOR, It is my Misfortune to be in Love with a young Creature who is daily committing Faults, which though they give me the utmost Uneasiness, I know not how to reprove her for, or even acquaint her with.

Mr. SPECTATOR, I have always been a very great Lover of your Speculations, as well in Regard to the Subject, as to your Manner of Treating it.

And how valuable an advantage the facility of hearing distinctly is to every well-acted scene, every common spectator is a judge.

Mr. SPECTATOR, I am a Widower with but one Daughter; she was by Nature much inclined to be a Romp, and I had no way of educating her, but commanding a young Woman, whom I entertained to take Care of her, to be very watchful in her Care and Attendance about her.

Mr. SPECTATOR, I am a young Gentleman, and take it for a Piece of Good-breeding to pull off my Hat when I see any thing particularly charming in any Woman, whether I know her or not.

Mr. SPECTATOR, 'Notwithstanding the repeated Censures that your Spectatorial Wisdom has passed upon People more remarkable for Impudence than Wit, there are yet some remaining, who pass with the giddy Part of Mankind for sufficient Sharers of the latter, who have nothing but the former Qualification to recommend them.

Mr. SPECTATOR, 'I am an Half-pay Officer, and am at present with a Friend in the Country.

Mr. SPECTATOR, We have in this Town a sort of People who pretend to Wit and write Lampoons: I have lately been the Subject of one of them.

Mr. SPECTATOR, The Translations which you have lately given us from the Greek, in some of your last Papers, have been the Occasion of my looking into some of those Authors; among whom I chanced on a Collection of Letters which pass under the Name of Aristaenetus.

The Country Spectator was a magazine conducted by Middleton in 1792-1793.

If the spectator is a man of business, it is just possible that he may content himself with measuring the size of the blocks with his eye, and then pass on, content to know that he, as one out of many taxpayers, is getting the value of what they are called on to pay for.

His impartial spectator was the forerunner of the categorical imperative.