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Pray God send you health, det falutem, det opes ; animam

едиат tibi ipfe parabis. You see Horace wished for money, as well as health ; and I would hold a crown he kept a coach ; and I shall never be a friend to the Court, till you do fo too.

Yours, &c.

L E T T E R XXV.

From Dr. SwifT.

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October 30, 1727 He first letter I writ after my landing

was to Mr. Gay; but it would have been wiser to direct to Tonson or Lintot, to whom I believe his lodgings are better known than to the runners of the Post-office. In that Letter you will find what a quick change I made in seven days from London to the Deanery, thro' many nations and languages unknown to the civilized world. And I have often reflected in how sew hours, with a swift horse or a strong gale, a man may come among a people as unknown to him as the Antipodes. If I did not know you more by your conversation and kind

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ness than by your letter, I might be base enough to suspect, that in point of friendship you acted like some Philosophers who writ mach better upon Virtue than they practised it. In answer, I can only swear that you have taught me to dream, which I had not done in twelve years further than by inexpressible nonsense; but now I can every night distinctly see Twickenham, and the Grotto, and Dawley, and many other et cetera's, and it is but three nights since I beat Mrs. Pope. I must needs confess, that the pleasure I take in thinking on you is

very

much leffened by the pain I am in about your

health: You pay dearly for the great talents God hath given you; and for the consequences of them in the esteem and distinction you receive from mankind, unless you can provide a tolerable stock of health ; in which pursuit I cannot much commend your conduct, but rather entreat you would mend it by following the advice of my Lord Bolingbroke and your

other Physicians. When you talk'd of Cups and impressions, it came into my head to imitate you in quoting Scripture, not to your advantage; I mean what was said to David by one of his brothers : “ I knew thy pride and the

naughtiness of thy heart ;" I remember when it grieved your soul to see me pay a penny more than my club at an inn, when you had

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maintained me three months at bed and board;
for which if I had dealt with you in the Smith-
field way it would have cost me a hundred
pounds, for I live worse here upon more.
Did you ever consider that I am for life al-
most twice as rich as you, and pay no rent,
and drink French wine twice as cheap as you
do Port, and have neither Coach, Chair, nor
Mother? As to the world, I think you ought
to say to it with St. Paul, If we have sown
unto you spiritual things, is it a great thing if
we shall reap your carnal things? This is more
proper still, if you consider the French word
spiritual, in which sense the word ought to
pay you better than they do. If you made me
a present of a thousand pound, I would not al-
low myself to be in your debt; and if I made
you a present of two, I would not allow my-
self to be out of it. But I have not half your
pride; witness what Mr. Gay says in his letter,
that I was censured for begging Presents, tho’I
limited them to ten shillings. I see no reason,
(at least my friendship and vanity see none) why
you should not give me a visit, when you shall
happen to be disengaged: I will send a person
to Chester to take care of

you,
and
you

shall be used by the best folks we have here, as well as civility and good-nature can contrive; I believe local motion will be no ill phyfic, and I

will have your coming inscribed on my Tomb, and recorded in never-dying verse.

I thank Mrs. Pope for her prayers, but I know the mystery. A person of my acquaintance, who used to correspond with the last Great Duke of Tuscany, shewing one of the Duke's letters to a friend, and professing great sense of his Highness's friendship, read this passage out of these letters, I would give one of my fingers to procure your real good. The person to whom this was read, and who knew the Duke well, said, the meaning of real good was only that the other might turn a good Catholic. Pray ask Mrs. Pope whether this story is applicable to her and me? I pray God bless her, for I am sure the is a good Christian, and (which is almost as rare) a good Woman.

Adieu.

L E T T E R XXVI.

Mr. GAY to Dr. Swift.

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O&. 22, 1727. HE Queen's family is at last settled, and

in the list I was appointed Gentlemanulher to the princess Louisa, the youngest Princess; which, upon account that I am so far advanced in life, I have declined accepting; H

and

and have endeavour'd, in the best manner I could, to make my excuses by a Letter to her Majesty. So now all my expectations are vanish'd, and I have no prospect, but in depending wholly upon myself, and my own conduct. As I am us'd to disappointments, I can bear them; but as I can have no more hopes, I can no more be disappointed, so that I am in a blessed condition. You remember you were advising me to go into Newgate to finish my scenes the more correctly-I now think I shall, for I have no attendance to hinder me; but my Opera is already finith’d. I leave the reft of this paper to Mr. Pope.

Gay is a Free-man, and I writ him a long Congratulatory Letter upon it. Do

you

the fame: It will mend him, and make him a better man than a Court could do. Horace might keep his coach in Augustus's time, if he pleas’d; but I won't in the time of our Augus

My Poem (which it grieves me that I dare not send you a copy of, for fear of the Curl's and Dennis's of Ireland, and still more for fear of the worst of Traytors, our Friends and Admirers) my Poem, I say, will shew what a distinguishing age we lived in : Your name is in it, with some others under a mark of such

ignominy

tus.

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