Sir Richard Steele reflects on the ingredients in his recipe for the perfect English gentleman.
Sir Richard Steele came home one day after tea with some very pleasant ladies, feeling he had rather let himself down. Respecting his maxim ‘Never contradict or reason with a sprightly female’ he had allowed himself to agree to a definition of a Gentleman that would hardly do outside a ballroom. Now he felt compelled to redeem himself in the pages of The Guardian.
Sir Richard Steele takes up arms against the kind of wit who thinks you can be as nasty as you like provided you make people laugh.
One day, a shy young man addressed a stranger and was handed a withering put-down. A thoughtless onlooker was highly amused, but Richard Steele was full of righteous indignation. You may mock mankind, he said, but not men; never take aim at the weak, and never be witty in anger. And he fell to musing on what makes a good satirist.
Richard Steele goes to Bath for his health, and is cured of more ailments than he had ever had in his life.
Eighteenth-century Bath was a fashionable spa city to which the Quality would retire for ‘the cure’. However, the health-giving waters were seemingly not enough by themselves, and doctors clustered round with all the medical treatments visitors could possibly want or need — plus a good many more.