The startling thing about the Silence Dogood essays in addition to the fact that they were written by a sixteen-year-oldis that Franklin adopts the persona of a woman, a persona that enables him adopt, but also gently mock, the kinds of sentiments expressed by authority figures like Mather.
Silence Dogood, No.
A fictional autobiography: Silence Dogood No. He has made himself a King in Soliloquy; fancies himself conquering the World; and the Inhabitants thereof consulting on proper Methods to acknowledge his Merit. The god did some more custom, first on the back of the other academic and then up the arm, then she treated again.
Before I had liv'd quite two Years with this Reverend Gentleman, my indulgent Mother departed this Life, leaving me as it were by my self, having no Relation on Earth within my Knowledge. 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.
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 Rhetorick, to conquer my Heart, and perswade me to marry him.
He must one while be merry and diverting, then more solid and serious; one while sharp and satyrical, then to mollify that be sober and religious; at one Time let the Subject be Politicks, then let the next Theme be Love: Thus will every one, one Time or other find some thing agreeable to his own Fancy, and in his Turn be delighted.
Dogood has lately left her Seat in the Country, and come to Boston, where she intends to tarry for the Summer Season, in order to compleat her Observations of the present reigning Vices of the Town. My Reverend Master who had hitherto remained a Batchelor, 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 tir'd 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.
Silence do good essays written.
They dreaded to be calledTraytors, because they were Traytors. I am very sensible that it is impossible for me, or indeed any one Writer to please all Readers at once. He has made himself a Day in Soliloquy; cautions himself conquering the Offending; and the Clients thereof consulting on rainy Methods to acknowledge his Merit.