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friend at London had given Watt to put up | write upon. I dare not send my linen to be for me, and drank a pint of the wine, which washed for fear of being called away at half was bad enough. Not a soul is yet come to an hour's warning, and then I must leave them Holyhead except a young fellow who smiles behind which is a serious point; in the mean when be meets me and would fain be my com- time I am in danger of being lowsy which is a panion, but it has not come to that yet. I writ ticklish Point. Ilive at great expense without abundance of verses this day; and several use- one comfortable bit or sup. I am afraid of ful hints, thô I say it. I went to bed at ten joyning with passengers for fear of getting acand dreamt abundance of nonsense.

quaintance with Irish. The days are short Tuesday 26th. I am forced to wear a shirt and I have five hours at night to spend by my. 3 days for fear of being lowsy. I was sparing self before I go to bed, I should be glad to of them all the way. It was a mercy there converse with Farmers or shopkeepers, but were 6 clean when I left London ; otherwise none of them speak English. A Dog is better Watt (whose blunders would bear an history) company than the Vicar, for I remember him of would have got them all in the great Box of old. What can I do but write everything that goods wbich went by the Carrier to Chester. comes into my head. Watt is a booby of that He brought but one crevat, and the reason he species which I dare not suffer to be familiar gave was because the rest were foul and he with me, for he would ramp on my shoulders thought he should not get foul linen into the in half an hour. But the worst part is my Portmanteau. For he never dreamt it might half-hourly longing, and hopes and vain ex. be washed on the way. My shirts are all foul pectations of a wind, so that I live in suspense now, and by his reasoning I fear he will leave which is the worst circumstance of human nathem at Holyhead when we go. I got a small ture. I am a little wrung (?) from two scurvy Loyn of mutton but so tough I could not chew disorders and if I should relapse there is not a it, and drank my second pint of wine. I Welsh house-cur that would not have more walked this morning a good way among the care taken of hiin, than I, and whose loss would rocks, and to a hole in one of them from not be more lamented. I confine myself to my whence at certain periods the water spurted up narrow chamber in all unwalkable hours. The several feet high. . It rained all night and hath | Master of the pacquet boat, one Jones, hath rained since dinner. But now the sun shines not treated me with the least civility, although and I will take my afternoon walk. It was Watt gave him my name. In short I come fiercer and wilder weather than yesterday, yet from being used like an Emperor to be used the Captain now dreams of sailing. To say worse than a Dog at Holyhead. Yet my hat the truth Michaelmas is the worst season in is worn to pieces by answering the civilities of the rear.

Is this strange stuff? Why what the poor inhabitants as they pass by. The would you have me do? I have writ verses women might be safe enough who all wear and put down hints till I am weary. I see no hafs yet never pull them off, and if the dirty creature. I cannot read by candlelight. Sleep- streets did not foul their petticoats by courting will make me sick. I reckon myself fixed seying so low.* Look you; be not impatient here and have a mind like Marshall Tallard to for I only wait till my watch makes io and take a house and garden. I wish you a Merry then I will give you ease and myself sleep, if I Christmas and expect to see you by Candle- can. O’my conscience you may know a Welsh

I have walked this morning again about dog as well as a Welsh man or woman, by its 3 miles on the rocks, my giddiness, God be peevish passionate way of barking. This thanked is almost gone and my hearing con- paper shall serve to answer all your questions tinues. I am now retired to my chamber to about my journey, and I will have it printed to scribble or sit humdrum. The night is fair satisfy the Kingdom. Forsan et hæc olim is a and they pretend to have some hopes of going damned lye † for I shall always fret at the reto-morrow.

membrance of this imprisonment. Pray pity Sept. 26th. Thoughts upon being confined your Watt for he is called dunce puppy and at Holyhead. If this were to be my settle. Lyar 500 times an hour, and yet he means not ment during life I could caress myself a while ill for he means nothing. Oh for a dozen bot. by forming new conveniencies to be easy, and tles of deanery wine and a slice of bread and should not be frightened either by the solitude butter. The wine you sent us yesterday is a or the meaness of lodging, eating or drinking little upon the sour. I wish you had chosen a I shall say nothing upon the suspense I am in better. I am going to bed at ten o'clock be. about my dearest friend * because that is a cause I am weary of being up. Wednesday, case extraordinary, and therefore by way of Last night I dreamt the Lord Bolingbroke and comfort. - I will speak as if it were not in my Mr. Pope were at my Cathedral. Ld. in the thoughts and only as a passenger who is in a gallery and that my Ld. was to preach. I scurvy, unprovided comfortless place without could not find my surplice, the Church serone companion and who therefore wants to be vants were out of the way: the Door was shut. at home where he hath all conveniences proper I sent to my Ld. to come into my stall for more for a Gentleman of quality. I cannot read at night, and I have no books to read in the day. Thus the sentence runs in the manuscript; its I have no subject in my head at present to meaning is certainly obscure.

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conveniency to get into the pulpit : the stall specks (tho' he saw a thousand at first) but was all broken, they said. Collegians had neither wondered at it, nor seemed to suspect done it. I squeezed among the rabble ; saw me who labored like a horse to rub them out. my Ld. in the Pulpit. I thought his prayer The 3 packet boats are now all on their side, was good, but I forget it. In his Sermon I and the weather grown worse, and so much did not like his quoting Mr. Wycherley by rain that there is an end of my walking. I name, and his play. This is all and so I wish you would send me word how I shall diswaked.

pose of my time. I am as insignificant a perTo-day we were certainly to sayl : the morn- son here as parson Brooke is in Dublin, by my ing was calm. Watt and I walked up the conscience I believe Cæsar would be the same mountain Marucia, properly called Holyhead without his army at his back; Well; the or Sacrum Promontorium by Ptolomny,* 2 miles longer stay here the more you will murmur from this town. I took breath 59 times. I for want of packets. Whoever would wish to Jooked from the top to see the Wicklow hills, live long should live here, for a day is longer but the day was too hazy, which I felt to my than a week, and if the weather be fine, as sorrow; for returning we were overtaken by a long as a fortnight. Yet here I could live furious shower, I got into a Welsh cabin with two or three friends in a warm house, and almost as bad as an Irish one. There were good wine much better than being a slave in only an old Welsh woman sifting flour who Ireland. But my misery is that I am in the understood no English, and a boy who fell a very worst part of Wales under the very worst roaring for fear of me. Watt (otherwise called circumstances, afraid of a relapse, in utmost unfortunate Jack) ran home for my coat but solitude, impatient for the condition of our stayed so long that I came home in worse rain friend, not a soul to converse with, hindered without him, and he was so lucky to miss me, from exercise by rain, caged up in a room not but took care to convey the key of my room half so large as one of the Deanery closets, where a fire was ready for me. So I cooled my Room smokes into the bargain, but the my heels in the Parlour, till he came but called weather is too cold and moist to be without a for a glass of Brandy. I have been cooking fire. There is or should be a proverb here, myself dry, and am now in my night gown. when Mrs. Welch's chimney smokes, 'Tis a And this moment comes a Letter to me from sign she'll keep her folks. But when of smoke one Whelden who tells me he hears I am a the room is clear. It is a sign we shan't stay lover of the mathematics, that he has found here. All this is to divert thinking. Tell me, out the Longitude, shown his discourse to Mr. am not I a comfortable wag? The Yatcht is to Dobbs of yr Colledge and sent letters to all leave for Lord Carteret on the 14th of Octothe mathematicians in London 3 months ago ber. I fancy he and I shall come over togethbut received no answer; and desires I would er. I have opened my door to let in the wind read his discourse. I sent back bis Letter that it may drive out the smoke. I asked the with my answer under it, too long to tell you, wind why (he) is so cross, he assures me 'tis only I said I had too much of the Longitude not his fault, but his cursed Master Æolus's. already by 2 Projectors whom I encouraged; Here is a young Jackanapes in the Inn waiting one of which was a cheat and the other cut for a wind who would fain be my companion, his own throat: and for himself I thought he and if I stay here much longer I am afraid all had a mind to deceive others or was deceived my pride and grandeur will truckle to comply himself. And so I wait for dinner. I shall with him, especially if I finish these leaves dine like a King all alone as I have done these that remain, but I will write close and do as six days. As it happened if I had gone strait the Devil did at mass, pull the paper with my from Chester to Park-gate 8 miles I should teeth to make it hold out. have been in Dublin on Sunday last. Now Thursday. 'Tis allowed that we learn pa. Michaelmas approaches, the worst time in the tience by suffering. I have now not spirit year for the sea, and this rain has made these enough left me to fret. I was so cunning parts unwalkable so that I must either write these three last days that whenever I began to or doze. † Bite ; when we were in the wild rage and storm at the weather I took special cabin I order Watt to take a cloth and wipe care to turn my face towards Ireland, in hope my wet gown and Cassock: it happened to be by my breath to push the wind forward. But a meal.bag and as my gown dryed it was all now I give up. However when upon asking daubed with flour well-cemented with the rain. how is the wind the people answer, Full in the What do I but see the gown and Cassock well teeth I cannot help wishing a T - were in dryed in my room, and while Watt was at din. theirs. Well, it is now three in the afternoon. ner I was an hour rubbing the meal out of I bave dined, and revisited the master, the them, and did it exactly. He is just come up wind and tide serve, and I am just taking boat and I have gravely bid him take them down to to go (to] the ship.

So adieu till I see you at rub them, and I wait whether he will find out the Deanery. what I have been doing. The Rogue is come Friday Michaelmas Day. You will now up in six minutes, and says there were but few know something of what it is to be at sea.

We had not been half an hour in the ship till • Prol. Geog., lib. ii., cap. ii.

a fierce wind rose directly against us, we tryed + A term of frequent occurrence in the Journal to a good while, but the storm still continued : Stella; the modern equivalent would be a "quiz." so we turned back and it was S at night dark

and rainy before the ship got back, and at an- | upon this occasion who never named above 6 chor. The other passengers went back in a authors of remarkable worthlessness; let the boat to Holyhead; but to prevent accidents Fame of the rest be upon Mr. Pope and his and broken shins I lay all night on board, and children. Mr. Gay, although more sparingly, came back this morning at 8. Am now in my hath gone upon the same mistake. chamber where I must stay and get a fresh stock of patience. You all know well enough

This brings us to the verses. A short where I am, for I wrote thrice after your Let- copy of verses which are not found in this ters that desired my coming over. The last pocket-book, but which were apparently was from Coventry, 19th instant, but I brought written at this time, bave been printed in it with me to Chester and saw it put into the Scott's edition of Swift (first edit., vol. xiv., post on Thursday 21st, and the next day fol. p. 359). How they got into print or lowed it myself, but the packet boat was gone whence they were produced we know not. before I could get here, because I could not But they would seem to show that Swift ride 70 miles a day.

must have written more during these So ends the journal, and such were the uncomfortable days than has been precircumstances under which Swift lest En- served in the note-book before us. The gland, never again to revisit it. In an- printed verses are far inferior to the other page of the same pocket-book are verses here for the first time given to the written the following paragraphs, which world. Indeed, the following verses appear to be the fragment of a notice pos. seem to us to rank among the best of sibly intended to be prefixed to an edi. Swift's minor pieces. They are in his tion of the “ Miscellanies,” two volumes of most successful vein. Though they had which had a few months before been pub. not, as the manuscript shows, received his lished by Pope. These volumes had finishing touches, they have all the point, drawn, both upon Swift himself and on all the dry peculiar húmor - all that conhis friends Pope, Gay, and Arbuthnot, densed energy of expression which are the atracks of innumerable scribblers, the characteristics of the poetry in which whom Pope was now preparing to gibbet be excelled. The Irish policy of Carteret, in“ The Dunciad.” The piece is not dated, and the method by which that policy was but it was in all probability written at carried out, are very happily described. Holyhead, at the same time as the diary. Swift's hatred and contempt for the counIt is probably referred to in the entry for try of which he had been the saviour, but September 25, where he says, “I writ which he never beheld without loathing, abundance of verses tbis day, and several found here, as in many passages of his useful hints."

published works, eloquent expression. I do hereby give notice to Posterity that we should add that ihe manuscript is having been the author of several writings, sometimes very difficult to decipher; and both in verse and prose which have passed though we have had the assistance of a with good success, it hath drawn upon me the gentleman wbo has had great experience censure of innumerable attemptors and imita- in such work, we have been obliged to in tors and creatures, many of whose names I three cases leave blank spaces. know, but shall in this be wiser than Virgil

Sept. 25th 1727. and Horace by not delivering their names down to future ages and at the same time dis

So here I sit at Holy head appoint the tribe of writers, whose chief end

With muddy ale and mouldy bread next to that of getting bread, was an ambition

both by wind and tide of having their names upon record, by answer.

I see the ship at anchor ride ing or retorting their scurrilities, and armed

All Christian vittals (sic) stink of fish slily have made use of my resentment to let

I'm where my enemies would wish the future world know that there were such

Convict of (?) lyes is every sign persons now in being. I do therefore charge

The Fairt had not one drop of wine. my successor in fame by virtue of being an

The Captain swears the sea's too rough ;antient 200 years hence to follow the same

He has not passengers enough ; inethod. Dennis, Blackmore, Bentley and

And thus the Dean is forc'd to stay several others will reap great advantage by

Till others come to help the pay those who have not observed my rule. And

In Dublin they'd be glad to see heaven forgive Mr. Pope who hath so griev

A pacquet — though it brings in me. ously transgressed it, by transmitting so many

They cannot say the winds are cross

Your Politicians at a loss names of forgotten memory full at length to be known by Readers in succeeding times, who

The letters seem to be “I'm tained." But the perhaps may be seduced to Duck lane and Grub Street, and there find some of the very | margin he has placed a mark, thus — V, evidently

verse was evidently left unfinished by Swift, for on the treatises he mentions in his Satyres. I heart. meaning to return to it. ily applaud my own innocency and prudence † The hostess, Mrs. Welch.

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For want of matter swears and frets Are (sic) forced to read the old gazettes. I never was in haste before To reach that slavist, hateful shore Before I always found the wind To me was most malicious — kind But now the danger of a friend On whom my fears and hopes depend Absent from whom all clymes are curst With whom I'm happy in the worst, With rage impatient makes me wait A passage to the land I hate Else rather on this bleaky shore Where loudest winds incessant roar, Where neither herb nor tree will thrive, Where nature hardly seems alive I'd go in Freedom to my grave Than rule yon Isle and be a slave. (Here a blank space is left in the manuscript.) Remove me from this land of slaves, Where all are fools and all are knaves Where every knave and fool is bought, Yet hardly'sells himself for nought Where Whig and Tory fiercely fight Who's in the wrong, who in the right. And where their country lies at stake They only fight for fighting's sake. While English Sharpers take the pay And then stand by to see fair play. Meanwhile the whig is always winner And for his courage gets — a Dinner. His Excellency * too perhaps Spits in his mouth and stroakes his chaps. The humble whelp gives every vote To put the question strains his throat, His Excellency's condescension Will serve instead of place or pension, When to the window he's trepanned When my Lord shakes him by the hand. Or in the presence of beholders His arms upon the booby's shoulders. You quickly see the gudgeon bite He tells his brother fools at night How well the Governor's inclin'd, So just, so gentle, and so kind. He heard I kept a pack of 'hounds And longed to hunt upon my grounds He said our Lodges were so fair The land had nothing to compare But that indeed which pleas'd me most He called my Doll a perfect toast. He whisper'd public things at last Ask'd me how our Election past Some augmentation, Sir, you know Would make at least a handsome show. Now kings a compliment expect I shall not offer to direct. There are some prating folks in town, But, Sir, we must support the Crown Our Letters say a Jesuit boasts Of some I

I think they justly ought to share
In all employments we can spare
Next for encouragement of spinning
A duty might be laid on linen,
An act for laying down the plough
England will send you corn enough.
Another act that absentees
For licencies shall pay no fees -
If England's friendship you would keep,
Feed nothing in your lands but sheep.
But make an act secure and full
To bring up all who smuggle wool,
And then he kindly gives us hints
That all our wives should go in Chintz.
To-morrow I shall tell you more,
For I'm to dine with him at four
This was the speech, and here's the jest
His arguments convinc't the rest.
Away he runs with zealous hotness
Exceeding all the heels of Totness
To move that all the nation round
Should pay a guinea. in the pound.
Yet should this blockhead beg a place
Either from Excellence or grace
'Tis pre-engaged, and in his room
Townshend's cast Page or Walpole's groom.

It would be possible to institute a curiously close parallel between Swist and Skelton; but in none of his extant poems is Swift more essentially Skeltonian than in the following, which is exactly in the vein and sometimes in the very measure of “Why come ye not to Court? It would be interesting to know if Swift was acquainted with the writings of that interesting and original poet. On Lord Carteret's arms, given as the custom is

at every inn where the Lord Lieutenant dines or lyes with all the bills in a long Parliament.

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on our coasts.
The King is ready when you will
To pass another Pary (sic) bill
And for dissenters he intends
To use them as his truest friends

'Tis forty to one
When Carteret's gone
These praises we blot out,
The truth will be got out,
And then we'll be smart on
His Lordship or Wharton
Or Shrewsbury's Duke
With many rebuke,
Or Bolton the wise
With his Spanish flyes,
Or Grafton the deep
Either drunk or asleep.
Then Tilly and Aymes
Will then lodge their claims,
If somebody's grace
Should come in their place.
And thus it goes round,
We praise and confound
They come to no good
Nor would if they could

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To injure the nation

the lawn, and as she went she sung - for Is recommendation

the chill of sorrow's hand seemed, for the And why should they save her

first time, to thoroughly let go its hold – By Icsing their favour? Poor Kingdom thou wouldst be that Gov. around, and joined in the glad pæan which

and her heart, released, rejoiced with all ernor's debtor Who kindly would leave thee no worse nor no

welcomed back life again. Oh! unison better,

of youth and spring! Winter is past,

sorrow is forgotten; summer is near, We have spared no pains to make our happiness is at band. transcript of this curious little volume Down through the grass, but partly dried accurate, but we are not sure that we have of dew — which here and there sparkled in all cases succeeded, for, though the like heaps of jewels caught by a beam of handwriting in the manuscript is, as a light - Robin ran, marking her path by rule, clear, the paper is sometimes blurred, this tree, or by that, 'gainst which she and the ink thin and evanescent.

clung, and panting paused for breath; J. CHURTON COLLINS. then knitting herself close, quick as a fawn

she made a leap across the half-choked brook, and laughed aloud to find herself safe on the other side. And now the

thicket must be got into, the barriers From Temple Bar.

forced that guard its outer edge: bramROBIN.

bles, whose long trails have caught the BY MRS. PARR, AUTHOR OF ADAM AND EVE.” wandering shrubs and bowed their aspir

ing heads to nail them to the ground; CHAPTER XXIII.

furze, dried and withered under the weight In company with Mr. Blunt, Robin had of some strong sloe, that, pushing it aside, been taken all over the garden, and what has broken down the line, to stand thrust he was pleased to call the “pleasure out to view. Here is a little gap by which, grounds,” but beyond that he did not care with many a wriggle, one might get one's to go. There was nothing to see down body through. Beyond, while stooping there, he said, referring to the thicket to make search for entry of some kind, below, which stood a dark spot between Robin has had peeps of moss-grown the two sloping stretches of green. The mounds and heaps of autumn leaves, from place had been let go wild, run over with out of whose brown crispness pale primblackberry bushes and brambles, that tore rose heads are peeping, and, like the child the very clothes off your back if you tried that she is, her tongue goes babbling to to get through them; besides, that was them. the place the squire chose to say belonged “ You think I cannot get at you,” she to him, "so let him have it,” he added. says; “but I am coming. You will see “Don't you go near it, Robin.”

And Robin had said no; but now Her head has poked itself well through, on this morning, when spring seemed her hat she has fiung across the furze, born, and all that had lain dormant and and, but that a bramble catches her by still through the long winter bad leaped the skirt, she would have been inside ere into life again, Robin's desire led her to seek where nature reigned supreme. The “You naughty, wicked thorns to try birds were there, singing in those trees and keep me back.” Her nimble fingers 'mid which their nests were built, and — quick to set her free — Aing the trails quick as the thought came pictured the aside with all her force of strength, and delight of stealthily creeping up and peep- scrambling up, she goes on her way to ing in to see the little feathered fledge where an ancient holly stands, embraced lings as they lay.

from the neighboring bank by suckers of There below, under the shelter of those the roses there. * Now, you must go stretched-out boughs — mostly hawthorns aside!” Robin, impatient, brooked no and giant shrubs, grown thick and tall more delay. With both her hands she because no hand had curbed their lavish freed the opening wide, and then — there spread what wealth of flowers sprang was a pause - a cry, and she was caught up before her eyes: primroses, bluebells, within the arms of Jack, whose heart, set wood sorrel, violets ! Already with steps beating by sounds, of what he knew not, whose feet impatience — while within had drawn him close, and brought them range of watching eyes she vainly face to face. O Time ! hold back thy strove to curb, Robin was flying across sands; O Love ! spread quick thy wings.

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