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inner fence into the heap, and be advised by your Twickenham landlord and me about an annuity: You are the most refractory, honest, good-natur'd man I ever have known; I could argue out this paper-I am very glad your Opera is finished, and hope your friends will join the readier to make it fucceed, because you are ill-used by others.

I have known Courts these thirty-six years, and know they differ ; but in some things they are extremely conftant: First, in the trite old maxim of a Minister's never forgiving those he hath injured; Secondly, in the insincerity of those who would be thought the best friends : Thirdly, in the love of fawning, cringing, and tale bearing : Fourthly, in sacrificing those whom we really wish well, to a point of interest, or intrigue: Fifthly, in keeping every thing worth taking, for those who can do service or dif-service.

Now why does not Pope publish his dulness? the rogues he marks will die of themselves in peace, and so will his friends, and so there will be neither punishment nor reward.—Pray enquire how my Lord St. John does ? there's no man's health in England I am more concerned about than his.--I wonder whether you begin to taste the pleasure of Independency? or whether you do not sometimes leer upon the Court, oculo retorto? Will

, you not think of an Annuity, when you are two years older, and have doubled your purchasers money? Have you dedicated your Opera, and got the usual dedication-fee of twenty guineas ? How is the Doctor? does he not chide that you never, called upon him for hints ? Is my Lord Bolingbroke at the moment I am writing, a planter, a philofo. pher, or a writer? Is Mr. Pultney in expectation of a son, or my Lord Oxford of a new old manufcript ?

I bought your Opera to-day for sixpence, a cursed print. I find there is neither dedication nor preface, both which wants I approve; it is in the grand gout,

We are as full of it pro modulo noftro as London can be ; continually acting, and houses cramm’d, and the Lord Lieutenant several times there laughing his heart out. I did not understand that the scene of Locket and Peachum's quarrel was an imitation of one between Brutus and Caflius, till I was told it. I wish Mackheath, when he was going to be hang’d, had imitated Alexander the great when he was dying: I would have had his fellowrogues defire 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 fong, That was level'd 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, though perhaps it may spoil your court. Will you

defire 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

Ever preserve some spice of the Alderman, and prepare against Age and Dulness, and Sickness, and Coldness or Death of Friends. A Whore has a resource left, that she can turn bawd; but an old decay'd Poet is a creature abandon’d, and at mercy, when he can find none. Get me likewise Polly's Mesfo-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 the trouble of a letter : When Ambassadors came from Troy to condole with Tiberius upon the death of his Nephew, after

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two years; the Emperor answered, that he likewise condoled with them for the untimely death of Hector. I always loved and respected him very much, and do still as much as ever ; and it is a return fufficient, if he pleases to accept the offers of my most humble service.

The Beggar's Opera hath knock'd down Gulliver; I hope to see Pope's Dulness knock down the Beggar's Opera, but not till it hath fully done its jobb.

To expose vice, and make people laugh with innocence, does. more public service than all the Ministers of state from Adam to Walpole, and so adieu.

L E T TER XXVIII.

Lord BOLINGBROKE to Dr. Swift.

P

OPE charges himself with this letter ; he

has 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 Aourishes 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 illnefs which carried you so suddenly from us (if indeed it was your own illness which made you in such hafte to be at Dublin.) Dear Swift, take care of your health, I'll give you a receipt for it, à la * The Dunciad,

Montagne,

Montagne, or which is better à la Bruyere. Nouriser bien vstre corps; ne le fatiguer jamais : laisser rouiller l'ésprit, meuble inutil, voire outil dangereux : Laisser sonner vos cloches le matin pour eveiller les chanoines, et pour faire dormir le Doyen d'un sommeil doux et profond, qui luy procure de beaux fonges : Lever vous tard, et aller à l'Eglise, pour vous faire payer d'avoir bien dormi et bien dejeuné. 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 enemies nor my friends will find it an easy matter to tranfplant 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. 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 absolutely to forbid my journey. : I am told the Gynocracy are 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 abftrufe 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,

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to yours and my extreme fatisfaction, of which he promises

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post to give you a full account. I have been in a worfe 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 you can for dying young. Adieu. While I am, I am yours. Pray love me, and take care of yourself.

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L ET TER XXIX.

March 23, 1727-8. Send you a very odd thing, a paper printed in

Boston in New-England, wherein you'll find a real person, a member of their Parliament, of the name of Jonathan Gulliver. If the fame of that Traveller has travel'd thither, it has travel'd very quick, to have folks chriften'd already by the name of the supposed Author. But if you object, that no child lo lately chriften'd could be arrived at years of maturity to be elected into Parliament, I reply (to solve the Riddle) that the perfon is an Anabaptif, and not christen'd till full age, which fets all right. However it be, the accident is very singular, that these two names fhould be united.

: Mr. Gay’s Opera has been acted near forty days running, and will certainly continue the whole seafon. So he has more than a fence about his thou. fand pound * : he'll soon be thinking of a fence

* Before Mr. Gay had fenced this thousand pounds, he had a consultation with his friends about the disposal of it. Mr. L. advised him to intrust it to the funds, and live upon the interest: Dr. Arbuthnot, to intrust it to Providence, and live upon the principal; and Mr. Pope was for purchasing an annuity for life.

In this uncertainty he could only say with the old man in Terence, feciftis probe : Incertior fum multo, quam

dudum.

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