L ETTER LXXVI. pro answer your question as to Mr. Hughes.

I 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 one 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, where ever 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 fo 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 any other mortal.

Poor Lord Peterborow! there is another string loft, that wou'd have help'd to draw you hither! He order'd on his death-bed his Watch to be given me (that which had accompanied him in all his travels) with this reason, “ That I might have some: " thing to put me every day in mind of him.” It was a present to him from the King of Sicily, whose arms and Insignia are graved on the inner-case; on the outer, I have put this inscription. Victor Ama: deus, Rex Siciliæ, Dux Sabaudiæ, &c. &c. Carcle Mordaunt, Comiti de Peterborow, D. D. Car. Mar. Com. de Pet. Alexandro Pope moriens legavit, 1735. 02

Pray Pray write to me a little oftner: and if there be a thing left in the world that pleases you, tell it one who will partake of it. I hear with approbation and pleasure, that your present care is to relieve the most helpless of this world, those objects * which most want our compaffion, tho' generally made the scorn of their fellow-creatures, such as are less innocent than they. You always think generously; and of all charities, this is the most disinterested, and least vain-glorious, done to such as never will thank you, or can praise you for it.

God bless you with ease, if not with pleafure; with a tolerable state of health, if not with its full enjoyment; with a resign'd temper of mind, if not a very chearful one. It is upon these terms I live myself, tho' younger than you, and I repine not at my lot, could but the presence of a few that I love be added to these.



From Dr. SWIFT.

Oct. 21, 1735. T Answer'd your letter relating to Curl, &c. I beI lieve my letters have escap'd being publish'd because I writ nothing but Nature and Friendship, and particular incidents which could make no figure in writing. I have observ'd that not only Voiture, but likewise Tully and Pliny writ their letters for the public view, more than for the sake of their correfpondents; and I am glad of it, on account of the Entertainment they have given me, Balsac did the



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fame thing, but with more stiffness, and conse-
quently less diverting: Now I must tell you, that
you are to look upon me as one going very fast out
of the world; but my flesh and bones are to be car-
ried to Holy-head, for I will not lie in a country of
flaves. It pleaseth me to find that you begin to dis-
like things in spite of your Philosophy; your Muse
cannot forbear her hints to that purpose. I cannot
travel to see you ; otherwise, I solemnly protest I
would do it. I have an intention to pass this win-,
ter in the country with a friend forty miles off, and
to ride only ten miles a day; yet is my health so un-
certain that I fear it will not be in my power. I
often ride a dozen miles, but I come to my
own bed at night: My best way would be to marry,
for in that case any bed would be better than my
own. I found you a very young man, and I left
you a middle-aged one; you knew me a middle-
aged man, and now I am an old one. Where is my
Lord --? methinks, I am enquiring after a Tu-
Jip of last year. " You need not apprehend any
“ Curl's meddling with your letters to me; I will
66 not destroy them, but have ordered my Execu-
6 tors to do that office.” I have a thousand things
more to say, longævitas est garrula, but I must re-
member I have other letters to write if I have time,
which I spend to tell you so; I am ever, deareft Sir,

Your, &c.


From Dr, SWIFT.

Feb. 9, 1735-6. I Cannot properly call you my best friend, be| cause I have not another left who deserves the. name, such a havock have Time, Death, Exile,



and Oblivion made. Perhaps you would have fewer complaints of my ill health and lowness of spirits, if they were not some excuse for my delay of writing even to you. It is perfectly right what you say of the indifference in common friends, whether we are fick or well, happy or miserable. The very maidservants in a family have the same notion : I have heard them often say, Oh, I am very fick, if any body cared for it! I am vexed when my visitors come with the compliment usual here, Mr. Dean, I hope you are yery well. My popularity that you mention, is wholly confined to the common people, who are more constant than those we mis-call their betters. I walk the streets, and so do my lower friends, from whom and from whom alone, I have a thousand hats and blessings upon old scores, which those we call the Gentry have forgot. But I have not the love, or hardly the civility, of any one man in power or station; and I can boast that I neither yisit nor am acquainted with any Lord 'Temporal or Spiritual in the whole kingdom ; nor am able to do the least good office to the most deserving man, except what I can dispose of in my own Cathedral upon a vacancy. What hath funk my spirits more than even years and sickness, is reflecting on the most execrable Corruptions that run thro' every branch of public management.

I heartily thank you for those lines translated, Singula de nobis anni,' &c. You have put them in a strong and admirable light; but however I am sa partial, as to be more delighted with those which are to do me the greateft honour I shall ever receive from pofterity, and will outweigh the malignity of ten-thousand enemies. I never saw them before, by which it is plain that the letter you sent me miscarry’d.--I do not doubt that you have choice of new acquaintance, and some of them may be deserving: For Youth is the season of Virtue ; Cor


ruptions grow with years, and I believe the oldest rogue in England is the greatest. You have years enough before you * to watch whether these new acquaintance will keep their Virtue, when they leave you and go into the world; how long will their spirit of independency last against the temptations of future Ministers, and future Kings.---As to the new Lord Lieutenant, I never knew any of the family; so that I shall not be able to get any jobb done by him for any deserving friend.

From Dr. SwifT.

Feb. 7, 1735-6. TT is some time since I dined at the Bishop of

I Derry's, where Mr. Secretary Cary told me with great concern, that you were taken very ill. I have heard nothing since, only I have continued in great pain of mind, yet for my own sake and the world's more than for yours; because I well know how little you value life both as a Philosopher and a Christian, particularly the latter, wherein hardly one in a million of us heretics can equal you. If you are well recovered, you ought to be reproached for not putting me especially out of pain, who could not bear the loss of you; although we must be for ever distant as much as if I were in the grave, for which my years and continual indisposition are preparing me every season. I have staid too long from prelfing you to give me some ease by an account of your health ; pray do not use me so ill any more. I look upon you as an estate from which I receive my best

* He was mistaken.



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