wishes to you. Only the Doctor I have never been able to see since. Poor Congreve is defperately ill of the gout. Lord Bolingbroke bids me again to tell you, he will take as a letter to himself, and reply to, every one that you shall write to Gay or me; lo that we hope you will not be deterr'd from writing to some of us, by an imagination that all will expect it.

Yours, &c.


Mr. POPE to Dr. SWIFT.


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Sep. 3, 1726.
OURS to Mr. Gay gave me greater fatif-

faction than that to me (tho' that gave me a great deal) for to hear you were safe at your journey's end, exceeds the account of

your fatigues while in the way to it: otherwise believe me, every tittle of each is important to me, which sets any one thing before my Eyes that happens to you. I writ you a long letter, which I guess reach'd you the day after your arrival; since then I had a conference with Sir R. Walpole, who exprest his desire of having seen you again before you left us: He said he observed a willingness in you to live among us; which I did not deny; but at the same time told him, you had no such design in your coming this time, which was meerly to see a few of those Vol. VII.




you loved: but that indeed all those wished it, and particularly Lord Peterborow and my self, who wilh'd you lov'd Ireland lefs, had

you any reason to love England more. Í said nothing but what I think would induce any man to be as fond of you as I, plain Truth, (did they know either it, or you.) I can't help thinking, (when I consider the whole, Thort List of our friends) that none of 'em except you and I are qualified for the Mountains of Wales. The Dr. goes to Cards, Gay to Court; one loses money, one loses his time. Another of our friends labours to be unambitious, but he labours in an unwilling foil. One + Lady you like has too much of France to be fit for Wales : || Another is too much a subject to Princes and Potentates, to relish that wild Taste of liberty and poverty. Mr. Congreve is too fick to bear a thin air ; and she that leads him too rich to enjoy any thing. Lord Peterborow can go to any climate, but never stay in any.

Lord Bathurst is too great an husbandman to like barren hills, except they are his own to improve. Mr. Bethel indeed is too good and too honeft to live in the world, but yet it is fit, for its example, he should. We are left to ourselves in my opinion, and may live where we please, in Wales, Dublin or Bermudas : And for me, I assure


I love the world so well, and it loves me so well, that I care not in what

part + Lady Bolingbroke, a French Lady. || Mrs. Howard.

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part of it I pass the rest of my days. I see no sunshine but in the face of a friend.

I had a glympse of a letter of yours lately, by which I find you are (like the vulgar) apter to think well of People out of power, than of people in power ; perhaps it is a mistake, but however there's something in it generous. Mr. Py takes it extreme kindly, I can perceive, and he has a great mind to thank


for that good opinion, for which I believe he is only to thank his ill fortune: for if I am not in an error, , he would rather be in power, than out.

To Thew you how fit I am to live in the mountains, I will with great truth apply to myself an old fentence.

Those that are in, may abide in ; and those that are out, may abide out; yet to me, those that are in shall be as those that are out, and those that are out shall be as those that are in.'

I am indifferent as to all those matters, but I miss you as much as I did the first day, when (with a short sigh) I parted. Wherever you are, (or on the Mountains of Wales, or on the coast of Dublin, * -Tu mibi, magni superas dum faxa Timavi, Șive oram Illyrici legis aquoris )

I am and ever shall be Yours, &c. * Whether Timavus or thIllyrian Coast, Whatever Land or Sea thy Prefence boast.



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Mr.. GAY to Dr. SWIFT.



Nov. 17, 1726. Bout ten days ago a Book was published

here of the Travels of one Gulliver, which hath been the conversation of the whole town ever since : The whole impression sold in a week; and nothing is more diverting than to hear the different opinions people give of it, though all agree in liking it extreamly. 'Tis generally said that you are the Author, but I am told, the Bookseller declares he knows not from what hand it came. From the highest to the lowest it is universally read, from the Cabinet-council to the Nursery. The Politicians to a man agree, that it is free from particular reflections, but that the Satire on general societies of men is too severe. Not but we now, and then meet with people of greater perspicuity, who are in search for particular applications in every leaf; and it is highly probable we shall have keys published to give light into Gulliver's. design. Your Lord -- is the person who least approves it, blaming it as a design of evil consequence to depreciate human nature, at which it cannot be wondered that he takes most offence, being himself the most accomplished of his species, and so lofing more *than any other of that praise which is due both


to the dignity and virtue of a man. Your friend, my Lord Harcourt, commends it very much, although he thinks in some places the matter too far carried. The Dutchess Dowager of Marlborough is in raptures at it; she says she can dream of nothing else since she read it; she declares, that she hath now found out, that her whole life hath been lost in caressing the worst part of mankind, and treating the best as her foes; and that if she knew Gulliver, tho' he had been the worst enemy she ever had, she would give up all her present acquaintance for his friendship. You may see by this, that you are not much injur’d by being suppos’d the Author of this piece. If you are, you have disoblig'd us, and two or three of your best friends, in not giving us the least hint of it, while you were with us, and in particular Dr. Arbuthnot, who says, it is ten thousand pities he had not known it, he could have added such abundance of things upon every subject, Among Lady-critics, some have found out that Mr. Gulliver had a particular malice to maids of honour. Those of them who frequent the Church, fay, his design is impious, and that it is an insult on Providence, by depreciating the works of the Creator. Notwithstanding I am told the * Princess hath read it with great pleafure. As to other Criticks, they think the

flying * Caroline, Princess of Wales, afterwards Queen Caroline, Comfort of King George II,

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