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by the villainy of agents, and the miseries of this kingdom, where there is no money to be had : nor am I unconcerned to see all things tending towards absolute power, in both nations a (it is here in perfection already) although I shall not live to see it established. This condition of things, both public and personal to myself, hath given me such a kind of despondency, that I am almost unqualified for any company, diversion, or amusement. The death of Mr. Gay and the Doctor, hath been terrible wounds near my heart. Their living would have been a great comfort to me, although I should never have seen them ; like a sum of money in a bank, from which I should receive at least annual interest, as I do from you, and have done
Lord Bolingbroke. To Thew in how much ignorance I live, it is hardly a fortnight since I heard of the death of my Lady Masham, my constant friend in all changes of times. God forbid that I should expect you to make a voyage that would in the least affect your
health : but in the mean time how unhappy am I, that my best friend should have
perhaps the only kind of disorder for which a feavoyage is not in some degree a remedy? The
* The Dean was fre
was fre us, with a giddiness in his quently troubled, as he tells head.
old Duke of Ormond said, he would not change his dead son (Offory) for the best living son in Europe. Neither would I change you my absent friend for the best present friend round the Globe.
I have lately read a book imputed to Lord B. called a Dissertation upon Parties. I think it very masterly written. Pray God reward
kind prayers : I believe your prayers will do me more good than those of all the Prelates in both kingdoms, or any Prelates in Europe except the bishop of Marseilles b. And God preserve you tributing more to mend the world, than the whole pack of (modern) Parsons in a lump.
I am ever entirely yours.
L E T T E R LXXV.
From Dr. SWIFT.
Sept. 3, 1735. HIS letter will be delivered to you by
Faulkner the Printer, who goes over on his private affairs. This is an answer to yours
b Who continued there a dreadful pestilence desowith his flock all the time lated that city.
of two months ago, which complains of that profligate fellow Curl.
I heartily wish you were what they call disaffected, as I am. I may say as David did, I have' finned greatly, but what have these sheep done? You have given no offence to the Ministry, nor to the Lords, nor Commons, nor Queen, nor the next in Power. For you are a man of virtue, and therefore must abhor vice and all corruption, although your discretion holds the reins. “ You need not fear any consequence in the “ commerce that hath so long passed between us; although I never destroyed one of
your " letters. But
Executors are men of honour and virtue, who have strict orders in my will to burn every letter left behind me.
." Neither did our letters contain any Turns of Wit, or Fancy, or Politics, or Satire, but mere innocent Friendship: yet I am loth that any letters, from you
few other friends, should dye before me; I believe we neither of us ever leaned our head upon our left hand to study what we should write next; yet we have held a constant intercourse from your youth and my middle age, and from
it must be continued till my death, which my
bad state of health makes me expect every month. I have the ambition, and it is very earnest as well as in haste, to have one Epistle inscribed to
and a very
me while I am alive, and you just in the time when wit and wisdom are in the height. I must once more repeat Cicero's desire to a friend; Orna me. A month ago were sent me over by a friend of mine, the works of John Hughes, Esq. They are in verse and prose. I never heard of the man in my life, yet I find your name as a subscriber too. He is too grave a Poet for me, and, I think, among the mediocribus in prose as well as verse. I have the honour to know Dr. Rundle; he is indeed worth all the rest you ever sent us, but that is saying nothing, for he answers your character ; I have dined thrice in his company.
He brought over a worthy clergyman of this kingdom as his chaplain, which was a very wife and popular action. His only fault is, that he drinks no wine, and I drink nothing else.
This kingdom is now absolutely starving, by the means of every oppression that can be inflicted on mankind-Shall I not visit for these things? faith the Lord. You advise me right, not to trouble myself about the world : But, oppression tortures me, and I cannot live without meat and drink, nor get either without
money is not to be had, except they will make me a Bishop, or a Judge, or a Colonel, or a Commissioner of the Revenues. Adieu.
L E T.
L E T T E R I.XXVI.
O answer your question as to Mr. Hughes,
what he wanted as to genius he made up as an honest man: but he was of the class you think him.
I am glad you think of Dr. Rundle as I do. He will be an honour to the Bishops, and a disgrace to onę Bishop, two things you will like : But what you will like more particularly, he will be a friend and benefactor even to your un-friended, un-benefited Nation; he will be a friend to human race, wherever he goes. Pray tell him my best wishes for his health and long life: I wish you and he came over together, or that I were with you. I never saw a man so seldom whom I liked so much as Dr. Rundle.
Lord Peterborow I went to take a last leave of, at his setting fail for Lisbon : No Body can be more wasted, no Soul can be more alive. Immediately after the severest operation of being cut into the bladder for a suppression of urine, he took coach, and got from Bristol to Southampton. This is a man that will neither live nor die like
other mortal. Poor Lord Peterborow ! there is another string lost, that would have help'd to draw