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We are as full of it 11 pro modulo noftro as London can be; continually acting, and houses crammed, and the f Lord Lieutenant several times there laughing his heart out. I did not understand that the scene of Locket and Pea chum's quarrel, was an imitation of one between Brutus and Cassius, until I was told it. I wish Mackheath, when he was going to be hanged, had imitated Alexander the Great when he was dying. I would have had his fellow-rogues desire his commands about a Succeffor, and he to answer, let it be the most worthy, &c. We hear a million of stories about the Opera, of the applause at the song, That was levelld at me, when two great ministers were in a box together, and all the world staring at them. I am heartily glad your Opera hath mended your purse, although perhaps it may spoil your court. Will you
desire my Lord Bolingbroke, Mr. Pultney, and Mr. Pope, to command you to buy an annuity with two thousand pounds } that you may laugh at courts, and bid ministers kiss,
Ever preserve some spice of the Alderman, and
prepare against age, and dulness, and fickness, and coldness, or death of friends. A whore hath a resourse left that she can turn bawd ; but an old decayed Poet is a creature abandoned, and at mercy, when he can find none.
Get | For our fmall Sphere. + Lord Carteret,
Get me likewise Polly's Metzo-tinto. Lord, how the school-boys at Westminster and University lads adore you at this juncture! Have you made as many men laugh, as Ministers can make weep?
I will excuse Sir William Wyndham the trouble of a letter : When Ambassadors came from Troy to condole with Tiberius
the death of his Nephew, after two years: the Emperor answered, that he likewise condoled with them for the untimely death of Hector. I always loved and respected Sir William
very much, and do still as much as ever ; and it is a return sufficient, if he pleaseth to accept the offers of my most humble service.
The Beggar's Opera hath knocked down Gulliver : I hope to see Pope's Dulness knock down the Beggars Opera, but not until it hath fully done its
jobb. To expose vice, and make people laugh with innocence, doth more publick service than all the Ministers of state from Adam to Walpole, and so adieu.
L E T.
LET TER XXVII.
Lord BOLINGBROKE to Dr. SWIFT.
charges himself with this letter ; he hath been here two days, he is now hurrying to London, he will hurry back to Twickenham in two days more, and before the end of the week he will be, for ought I know, at Dublin, in the mean time his * Dulness grows and flourishes, as if he was there already. It will indeed be a noble work: the many will stare at it, the few will smile, and all his Patrons from Bickerstaff to Gulliver will rejoice, to see themselves adorn'd in that immortal piece. I hear that you have had some return of
your illness which carried you so suddenly from us (if indeed it was your own illness which made you in such haste to be at Dublin.) Dear Swift take care of your health, I'll give you a receipt for it, a la Montagne, or which is better, a la Bruyere. || Nouriser bien votre corps; ne la fatiguer jamais : laisser rouiller l'esprit, meuble inutil, voire outil dangereux : Laisser fonner vos cloches le matin, pour eveiller les chanoines, et
pour * The Dunciad.
|| Take care of your Body by good Eating, and be cautious of fatiguing it. You may suffer your Wit to grow rusty, for it is an useless Piece of Furniture ; and indeed, a dangerous Instrument. Let the early Noise of the Morning Bells break Vol. VII. H
pour faire dormir le Doyen, d'un sommeil doux et profond, qui luy procure de beaux songes : Lever vous tard, et aller a l'Eglise, pour vous faire payer d'avoir hien dormi et bien dejeune. As to myself, (a person about whom I concern myself very little) I must say a word or two out of complaisance to you. I am in my farm, and here I shoot strong and tenacious roots : I have caught hold of the earth, (to use a Gardener's phrase) and neither my
friends will find it an easy matter to transplant me again. Adieu! let me hear from you, at least of you: I love you for a thousand things ; for none more than for the just esteem and love, which you have for all the sons of Adam.
enemies nor my
P. S. According to Lord Bolingbroke's account I shall be at Dublin in three days. I cannot help adding a word, to desire you to expect my soul there with you by that time but as for the jade of a body that is tack'd to it, I fear there will be no dragging it after. I assure you I have few friends here to detain me, and no powerful one at Court absolute to forbid my journey. I am told the * Gynocracy are
the Rest of the Canons, and lull the Dean into a sweet and profound Repose, which may give him pleasing Dreams. As for your own Part, rise late, and go to publick Prayers, to return Thanks for a good Night's Rest, and an hearty Breakfast.
* Or the Petticoat Government.
of opinion, that they want no better writers than Cibber and the British Journalist; so that we may live at quiet, and apply ourselves to our more abstruse studies. The only Courtiers I know, or have the honour to call my friends, are John Gay and Mr. Bowry; the former is at present so employed in the elevated airs of his Opera, and the latter in the exaltation of his high dignity (that of her Majesty's Waterman) that I can scarce obtain a categorical answer from either to any thing I say to 'em. But the Opera succeeds extremely, to yours and my extreme satisfaction, of which he promises this post to give you a full account. I have been in a worse condition of health than ever, and think my immortality is very near out of my enjoyment: so it must be in you, and in pofterity, to make me what amends dying young. Adieu. While I am, I am yours. Pray love me, and take care of
you can for