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is too severe. Not but we now and then meet with people of greater perspicuity, who are ift fearch for particular applications in eyery leaf; and 'tis highly probable we Thall have keys published to give light into Gulliver's defign: 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 offente, being himself the most accomplish'd of his fpecies, and to lofing more than any other of that praise fihïch lis' due both to the dignity and virtue of a man*. Your friend, my Lord Hatcourt, com mends it very much; though he thinks in fome places the matter too far carried. The Duchess Dowager of Marlborough is in raptures at it; the

, : she declares, that the 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, thp' he had been the worst enemy she ever had, she would give up her present acquaintance for his friendship. You may see by this, that you are not much injur'd by being supposed the Author of this piece. If you are, you have disobliged 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 pitys 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

It is ño wonder a man of worth should condemn a fatire on his fpecies; as it injures Virtue and violates, Truth: And, as little, that a very corrupt reader fhould approve it, because it justifies his principles and tends to excuse his practice.


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who frequent the Church, fay, his defign is impi-
ous, and that it is depreciating the works of the
Creator: Notwithstanding, I am told the Princess
hath read it with great pleasure. As to other Cri-
tics, they think the flying island is the least enter-
taining and so great an opinion the town have of
the impoffibility of Gulliver's writing at all below
himself, 'tis agreed that part was not writ by the
fame hånd, tho' this hath its defenders too. It hath
pass'd Lords and Commons, nemine contradicente;
and the whole town, men, women, and children,
are quite full of it.

Perhaps I may all this time be talking to you of

have never seen, and which hath not yet reach'd Ireland ; if it hath not, I believe what we have said will be sufficient to recommend it to your reading, and that you will order me to send it to you.

But it will be much better to come over your self, and read it here, where you will have the pleasure of variety of commentatorss, to explain the difficult paffages to you. )

We all rejoice that you have fixed the precise time of your coming to be .cum hirundine prima ; which we modern naturalists pronounce ought to be reckon'd, contrary to Pliny, in this northern la. titude of fifty-two degrees, from the end of Febru. aty, Stył. Greg. at farthest. But to us your friends, the coming of such a black swallow as you, will make a summer in the worst of seasons. no less glad at your mention of Twickenham and Dawley; and in town you know you have a lodging at Courti

The Princess is cloath'd in Irish silk; pray give our service to the Weavers. We are ftrangely furpriz'd to hear that the Bells in Ireland ring without your money. I hope you do not write the thing that is not We are afraid that B hath been


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guilty of that crime, that you (like Honynhnm) have treated him as a Yahoo, and discarded him your service. I fear you do not understand these modifh terms, which every creature now understands but yourself.

You tell us your Wine is bad, and that the Clergy do not frequent your house, which we look upon to be tautology. The best advice we can give you is, to make them a present of Your wine, and come away to better.

You fancy we envy you, but you are mistaken; we envy

those you are with, for we cannot envy the man we love. Adieu.



Nov. 16, 1726.
HAVE resolved to take time, and in spite of

all misfortunes and demurs, which ficknefs, "lameness, or disability of any kind can throw in my way, to write you (at intervals) a long letter. My two least fingers of one hand hang impediments to the others like useless dependents, who only take up room, and never, are active or affiftant to our wants : I shall never be much the better for 'em-I congratulate you first upon what you call

* This was occafioned by a bad accident as he was returning home in a friend's Chariot'; which in pafling a bridge was overturned, and thrown with the horses into the River. The glasses being up, and Mr. Pope anable. to break them, he was in immediate danger of drowning, when the postillion, who had just recovered himself, beat the glass, which lay uppermost, to pieces : a frag: ment of which cut one of Mr. Pope's hands very del. perately.


your Cousin's wonderful Book, which is publica trita manu at present, and I prophesy will be hereafter the admiration of all men. That countenance with which it is received by some statesmen, is delightful; I wish I could tell you how every fingle man looks upon it, to observe which has been my whole diversion this fortnight. I've never been a night in London since you left me, till now for this very end, and indeed it has fully answered my expectations.

I find no considerable man very angry at the book : fome indeed think it rather too bold, and too general a Satire ; but none, that I hear of, accuse it of particular reflections (I mean no persons of consequence, or good judgment; the mob of Critics, you know, always are desirous to apply Satire to those - they enyy for being above them) fo that you needed not to have been so secret upon this head. Motte receiv'd the copy (he tells me) he knew not from whence, not from whom, dropp'd

at his house in the dark, from a Hackney-coach: by computing the time, I found it was after you left England, so, for my part, I suspend my judge ment.

I am pleas'd with the nature and quality of your Present to the Princess. The Irish stuff you sent to Mrs. H. her R. H. laid hold of, and has made up for her own use. Are

you determin’d to be National in every thing, even in your civilities?

you are the greatest Politician in Europe at this rate ; but as you are a rational Politician, there's no great fear of you, you will never fucceed.

Another thing, in which you have pleased me, was what you say to Mr. P. by which it seems to me that you value no man's civility above your own dignity, or your own reason. Surely, without flattery, you are now above all parties of men,



and it is high time to be so, after twenty or thirty years obfervation of the great world.

Nullius addistus jurare in verba magifiri. I question not, many men would be of your inti: macy, that you might be of their intereft : But God forbid an honeft or witty man should be of any, but that of his country. They have scoundrels enough to write for their passions and their designs ; let us write för truth, for honour; and for pofterity. If you must needs write about Politics at all (but perhaps ?tis full as wife to play the fool any other way) surely it ought to be so as to pres ferve the dignity and integrity of your character with those times to come, which will most impara tially judge of you.''

I wish you had writ toward Peterborowy ho man is more affectionate toward you. Don't fancy nông but Tories are your friends - for at that rate 1 multe be, at most, but half your friend, and fincerely I am wholly lo. Adieu, write often, and come fooni for many wish you well, and all would be glad of your company..


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Dublin, Nov. 179 17266 AM just come frohi ahfwering #Letter of Mrs.

H's writ in such' myftical terms, that i'fhould never have found out the meaning, Book had mot been sent me called Gulliver's Travels, of which you fay so much in yours. I read the Book over, and in the fecond volume obferve Pererak paffagesig 3


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