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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 14/Letter: Swift to Pope - 8

DR. SWIFT TO MR. POPE.
DUBLIN, NOV. 17, 1726.
I AM just come from answering a letter of Mrs. H——'s, writ in such mystical terms, that I should never have found out the meaning, if a book had not been sent me called Gulliver's Travels, of which you say so much in yours. I read the book over, and in the second volume observed several passages which appear to be patched and altered, and the style of a different sort, unless I am mistaken. Dr. ​Arbuthnot likes the projectors least, others you tell me, the flying island; some think it wrong to be so hard upon whole bodies or corporations, yet the general opinion is, that reflections on particular persons are most to be blamed: so that in these cases, I think the best method is to let censure and opinion take their course. A bishop here said, that book was full of improbable lies, and for his part, he hardly believed a word of it; and so much for Gulliver.
Going to England is a very good thing, if it were not attended with an ugly circumstance of returning to Ireland. It is a shame you do not persuade your ministers to keep me on that side, if it were but by a court expedient of keeping me in prison for a plotter; but at the same time I must tell you, that such journeys very much shorten my life, for a month here is longer than six at Twickenham.
How comes friend Gay to be so tedious? another man can publish fifty thousand lies, sooner than he can publish fifty fables.
I am just going to perform a very good office, it is to assist with the archbishop, in degrading a parson who couples all our beggars, by which I shall make one happy man: and decide the great question of an indelible character in favour of the principles in fashion; this I hope you will represent to the ministry in my favour, as a point of merit; so farewell till I return.
I am come back, and have deprived the parson, who by a law here is to be hanged the next couple ​he marries: he declared to us that he resolved to be hanged, only desired that when he was to go to the gallows, the archbishop would take off his excommunication. Is not he a good catholick? and yet he is but a Scotchman. This is the only Irish event I ever troubled you with, and I think it deserves notice. — Let me add, that if I were Gulliver's friend, I would desire all my acquaintance to give out that his copy was basely mangled, and abused, and added to, and blotted out by the printer; for so to me it seems, in the second volume particularly.
Adieu.
* ↑ This was the fact, which is complained of in the Dublin edition of the dean's works, and is rectified in all the subsequent editions.
* ↑ Because he understood it to be intended as a satire on the Royal Society.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 14/Letter: Swift to Pope - 9

DR. SWIFT TO MR. POPE.
DEC 5, 1726.
I BELIEVE the hurt in your hand affects me more than it does yourself, and with reason, because I may probably be a greater loser by it. What have accidents to do with those who are neither jockeys, nor foxhunters, nor bullies, nor drunkards? And yet a rascally groom shall gallop a foundered horse ten miles upon a causeway, and get home safe.
I am very much pleased that you approve what was sent, because I remember to have heard a great man say, that nothing required more judgment than making a present; which when it is done to those of high rank, ought to be of something that is not readily got for money. You oblige me, and at the same time do me justice in what you observe as ​to Mr. Pulteney. Besides it is too late in life for me to act otherwise, and therefore I follow a very easy road to virtue, and purchase it cheap. If you will give me leave to join us, is not your life and mine a state of power, and dependance a state of slavery? We care not three pence whether a prince or minister will see us or not: we are not afraid of having ill offices done us, nor are at the trouble of guarding our words for fear of giving offence. I do agree that riches are liberty, but then we are to put into the balance how long our apprenticeship is to last in acquiring them.
Since you have received the verses, I most earnestly entreat you to burn those which you do not approve; and in those few where you may not dislike some parts, blot out the rest, and sometimes (though it be against the laziness of your nature) be so kind as to make a few corrections, if the matter will bear them. I have some few of those things I call thoughts moral and diverting; if you please I will send the best I can pick from them, to add to the new volume. I have reason to choose the method you mention of mixing the several verses, and I hope thereby among the bad criticks to be entitled to more merit than is my due.
This moment I am so happy as to have a letter from my lord Peterborow, for which I entreat you will present him with my humble respects and thanks, though he all-to-be-Gullivers me by very strong insinuations. Though you despise riddles, I ​am strongly tempted to send a parcel to be printed by themselves, and make a ninepenny job for the bookseller. There are some of my own, wherein I exceed mankind, mira poemata! the most solemn that were ever seen; and some writ by others, admirable indeed, but far inferiour to mine, but I will not praise myself. You approve that writer who laughs and makes others laugh; but why should I who hate the world, or you who do not love it, make it so happy? therefore I resolve from henceforth to handle only serious subjects, nisi quid tu docte Trebati, dissentis.
Yours, &c.
* ↑ A just character of Swift's poetry, as well as his prose, is, that it "consists of proper words in proper places." Johnson said once to me, speaking of the simplicity of Swift's style, the rogue never hazards a figure." Dr. Warton.
* ↑ Wonderful Poems!
* ↑ Unless you, my learned friend, dissent.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 15

THE
WORKS
OF THE
REV. JONATHAN SWIFT, D.D.,
DEAN OF ST. PATRICK'S, DUBLIN.
ARRANGED BY THOMAS SHERIDAN, A.M.
WITH
NOTES, HISTORICAL AND CRITICAL.
A NEW EDITION, IN NINETEEN VOLUMES;
CORRECTED AND REVISED
BY JOHN NICHOLS, F.S.A. EDINBURGH AND PERTH,
VOLUME XV.
LONDON:
1801.
M. Brown, Printer, St. John's square.
CONTENTS
OF THE
FIFTEENTH VOLUME.
| | Page |
| JOURNAL to Stella, Letter XIX. March 24, 1710-11—April 5 | 1 |
| Letter XX. April 5—14 | 14 |
| Letter XXI. April 14—28 | 22 |
| Letter XXII. April 28—May 12 | 34 |
| Letter XXIII. May 12—24 | 45 |
| Letter XXIV. May 24—June 8 | 56 |
| Letter XXV. June 9—30 | 70 |
| Letter XXVI. June 30—July 19 | 80 |
| Letter XXVII. July 19—August 11 | 94 |
| Letter XXVIII. August 11—25 | 107 |
| Letter XXIX. August 25—September 8 | 119 |
| Letter XXX. September 8—25 | 131 |
| Letter XXXI. September 25—October 9 | 144 |
| Letter XXXII. October 9—23 | 155 |
| Letter XXXIII. October 23—November 3 | 168 |
| Letter XXXIV. November 3—17 | 178 |
| Letter XXXV. November 17—December 1 | 190 |
| Letter XXXVI. December 1—15 | 202 |
| Letter XXXVII. December 15—29 | 214 |
| Letter XXXVIII. Dec. 29—Jan. 12, 1711-12 | 225 |
| Letter XXXIX. January 12—26 | 237 |
| Letter XL. January 26—February 9 | 248 |
| Letter XLI. February 9—23 | 258 |
| Letter XLII. February 23—March 8 | 268 ​ |
| Journal to Stella, Letter XLIII. March 8, 1711-12—22 | 280 |
| Letter XLIV. March 22—April 8 | 292 |
| Letter XLV. April 24 | 299 |
| Letter XLVI. May 10 | 300 |
| Letter XLVII. May 31 | 302 |
| Letter XLVIII. June 17 | 306 |
| Letter XLIX. July 1 | 310 |
| Letter L. July 17—19 | 314 |
| Letter LI. August 7 | 318 |
| Letter LII. September 15—18 | 321 |
| Letter LIII. October 9—11 | 326 |
| Letter LIV. October 28—30 | 331 |
| Letter LV. November 15—18 | 335 |
| Letter LVI. December 12, 13 | 340 |
| Letter LVII. December 18—Jan. 3, 1712-13 | 345 |
| Letter LVIII. January 4—24 | 358 |
| Letter LIX. January 25—February 14 | 371 |
| Letter LX. February 15—28 | 383 |
| Letter LXI. March 1—21 | 392 |
| Letter LXII. March 21—April 7 | 404 |
| Letter LXIII. April 7—23 | 417 |
| Letter LXIV. May 16 | 428 |
| Letter LXV. June 6 | 430 |
Journal to Stella - Part 2
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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/Ad Amicum Eruditum Thomam Sheridan

AD AMICUM ERUDITUM THOMAM SHERIDAN. 1717.
DELICIÆ Sheridan Musarum, dulcis amice, Sic tibi propitius Permessi ad flumen Apollo Occurrat, seu te mimum convivia rident, Æquivocosque sales spargis, seu ludere versu Malles; dic, Sheridan, quisnam fuit ille deorum, Quæ melior natura orto tibi tradidit artem Rimandi genium puerorum, atque ima cerebri Scrutandi? Tibi nascenti ad cunabula Pallas Astitir; & dixit, mentis præsaga futuræ, Heu, puer infelix! nostro sub sidere natus; Nam tu pectus eris sine corpore, corporis umbra; Sed levitate umbram superabis, voce cicadam: Musca femur, palmas tibi mus dedit, ardea crura. Corpore sed tenui tibi quod natura negavit, Hoc animi dotes supplebunt; teque docente, Nec longum tempus, surget tibi docta juventus, Artibus egregiis animas instructa novellas. Grex hinc Pæonius venit, ecce, salutifer orbi; Ast, illi causas orant; his infula visa est Divinam capiti nodo constringere mitram. ​Natalis te horæ non fallunt signa, sed usque Conscius, expedias puero seu lætus Apollo Nascenti arrisit; sive illum frigidus horror Saturni premit, aut septem inflavere triones. Quin tu altè penitusque latentia semina cernis, Quæque diu obtundendo olim sub luminis auras Erumpent, promis; quo ritu sæpè puella Sub cinere hesterno sopitos suscitat ignes. Te dominum agnoscit quocunque sub aëre natus: Quos indulgentis nimium custodia matris Pessundat: nam sæpè vides in stipite matrem. Aureus at ramus, venerandæ dona Sibyllæ, Æneæ sedes tantùm patefecit Avernas; Sæpè puer, tua quem tetigit semel aurea virga, Et cœlum, terrasque videt, noctemque profundam.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/Another Rejoinder in Jackson's Name

This is the tenth of twelve poems on the same subject: 1. On Dan Jackson's Picture; 2. On the same; 3. On the same; 4. On the same; 5. Dan Jackson's Defence; 6. Mr. Rochfort's Reply; 7. Dr. Delany's Reply; 8. Sheridan's Reply; 9. A Rejoinder, by the Dean; 10. Another Rejoinder, by the Dean; 11. Sheridan's Submission, by the Dean; and 12. To the Rev. Daniel Jackson.
ANOTHER REJOINDER,
BY THE DEAN, IN JACKSON'S NAME.
THREE days for answer I have waited, I thought an ace you'd ne'er have bated, And art thou forc'd to yield, ill fated poetaster?
Henceforth acknowledge, that a nose Of thy dimension's fit for prose, But every one that knows Dan, knows thy master.
Blush for ill spelling, for ill lines, And fly with hurry to ramines; Thy fame, thy genius now declines, proud boaster.
I hear with some concern you roar, And flying think to quit the score, By clapping billets on your door and posts, sir.
Thy ruin, Tom, I never meant, I'm griev'd to hear your banishment, But pleas'd to find you do relent and cry on.
I maul'd you, when you look'd so bluff, But now I'll secret keep your stuff; For know, prostration is enough to th' lion.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/Apollo Outwitted

APOLLO OUTWITTED.
To the Honourable Mrs. Finch, afterward Countess of Winchelsea, under her name of Ardelia.
PHŒBUS, now shortening every shade, Up to the northern tropick came, And thence beheld a lovely maid, Attending on a royal dame.
The god laid down his feeble rays, Then lighted from his glittering coach; But fenc'd his head with his own bays, Before he durst the nymph approach.
​Under those sacred leaves, secure From common lightning of the skies, He fondly thought he might endure The flashes of Ardelia's eyes.
The nymph, who oft had read in books Of that bright god whom bards invoke, Soon knew Apollo by his looks, And guess'd his business ere he spoke.
He, in the old celestial cant, Confess'd his flame, and swore by Styx, Whate'er she would desire, to grant — But wise Ardelia knew his tricks.
Ovid had warn'd her, to beware Of strolling gods, whose usual trade is, Under pretence of taking air, To pick up sublunary ladies.
Howe'er she gave no flat denial, As having malice in her heart; And was resolv'd upon a trial, To cheat the god in his own art.
Hear my request, the virgin said; Let which I please of all the Nine Attend, whene'er I want their aid, Obey my call, and only mine.
By vow oblig'd, by passion led, The god could not refuse her prayer: He wav'd his wreath thrice o'er her head, Thrice mutter'd something to the air.
And now he thought to seize his due; But she the charm already tried: Thalia heard the call, and flew To wait at bright Ardelia's side.
​On sight of this celestial prude, Apollo thought it vain to stay; Nor in her presence durst be rude, But made his leg, and went away.
He hop'd to find some lucky hour, When on their queen the Muses wait But Pallas owns Ardelia's power; For vows divine are kept by Fate.
Then, full of rage, Apollo spoke: Deceitful nymph! I see thy art; And, though I can't my gift revoke, I'll disappoint its nobler part.
Let stubborn pride possess thee long, And be thou negligent of fame; With every Muse to grace thy song, May'st thou despise a poet's name!
Of modest poets thou be first; To silent shades repeat thy verse, Till Fame and Echo almost burst, Yet hardly dare one line rehearse.
And last, my vengeance to complete, May'st thou descend to take renown, Prevail'd on by the thing you hate, A whig! and one that wears a gown!
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/Advice to the Grub Street Verse Writers

ADVICE
TO THE
GRUB STREET VERSE WRITERS. 1726.
YE poets ragged and forlorn, Down from your garrets haste; Ye rhymers dead as soon as born, Not yet consigned to paste.
I know a trick to make you thrive; O, 'tis a quaint device: Your stillborn poems shall revive, And scorn to wrap up spice.
Get all your verses printed fair, Then let them well be dried; And Curll must have a special care To leave the margin wide.
Lend these to paper-sparing Pope; And when he sits to write, No letter with an envelope Could give him more delight. ​When Pope has fill'd the margins round, Why then recall your loan; Sell them to Curll for fifty pound, And swear they are your own.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/An Elegy on the Death of Demar the Usurer

AN ELEGY
ON THE DEATH OF DEMAR, THE USURER;
WHO DIED THE SIXTH OF JULY, 1720.
KNOW all men by these presents, Death the tamer, By mortgage has secur'd the corpse of Demar: Nor can four hundred thousand sterling pound Redeem him from his prison under ground. His heirs might well, of all his wealth possess'd, Bestow to bury him one iron chest. Plutus the god of wealth will joy to know His faithful steward in the shades below. He walk'd the streets, and wore a threadbare cloak; He din'd and supp'd at charge of other folk: And by his looks, had he held out his palms, He might be thought an object fit for alms. So, to the poor if he refus'd his pelf, He us'd them full as kindly as himself. Where'er he went, he never saw his betters; Lords, knights, and squires, were all his humble debtors; And under hand and seal the Irish nation Were forc'd to own to him their obligation. He that could once have half a kingdom bought, In half a minute is not worth a groat. His coffers from the coffin could not save, Nor all his interest keep him from the grave. A golden monument would not be right, Because we wish the earth upon him light. Oh London tavern! thou hast lost a friend, Though in thy walls he ne'er did farthing spend: ​He touch'd the pence, when others touch'd the pot; The hand that sign'd the mortgage paid the shot. Old as he was, no vulgar known disease On him could ever boast a power to seize; "But, as he weigh'd his gold, grim Death in spight Cast in his dart, which made three moidores light; And, as he saw his darling money fail, Blew his last breath, to sink the lighter scale." He who so long was current, 'twould be strange If he should now be cry'd down since his change. The sexton shall green sods on thee bestow; Alas, the sexton is thy banker now! A dismal banker must that banker be, Who gives no bills but of mortality!
* ↑ A tavern in Dublin, where Demar kept his office.
* ↑ These four lines were written by Stella.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/An Excellent New Song on a Seditious Pamphlet

AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG.
ON A SEDITIOUS PAMPHLET, 1720.
To the Tune of "Packington's Pound."
BROCADOES and damasks,and tabbies, and gauzes, Are by Robert Ballentine lately brought over, With forty things more: now hear what the law says, Whoe'er will not wear them, is not the king's lover. ​Though a printer and dean Seditiously mean Our true Irish hearts from old England to wean; We'll buy English silks, for our wives and our daughters, In spite of his deanship, and journeyman Waters.
In England the dead in woollen are clad, The dean and his printer then let us cry fye on; To be cloth'd like a carcase, would make a Teague mad, Since a living dog better is than a dead lion. Our wives they grow sullen At wearing of woollen, And all we poor shopkeepers must our horns pull in. Then we'll buy English silks, for our wives and our daughters, In spite of his deanship, and journeyman Waters.
Whoever our trading with England would hinder, To inflame both the nations do plainly conspire; Because Irish linen will soon turn to tinder, And wool it is greasy, and quickly takes fire. Therefore I assure ye, Our noble grand jury, When they saw the dean's book, they were in a great fury: They would buy English silks, for their wives and their daughters, In spite of his deanship, and journeyman Waters.
This wicked rogue Waters, who always is sinning, And before corum nobis so oft has been call'd, Henceforward shall print neither pamphlets nor linen, And, if swearing can do't, shall be swingingly maul'd: ​And as for the dean, You know whom I mean, If the printer will peach him, he'll scarce come off clean. Then we'll buy English silks, for our wives and our daughters, In spite of his deanship, and journeyman Waters.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/An Excellent New Song on the Earl of Nottingham

AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG. 1711.
BEING THE INTENDED SPEECH OF
A FAMOUS ORATOR AGAINST PEACE.
AN Orator dismal of Nottinghamshire, Who has forty years let out his conscience to hire, Out of zeal for his country, and want of a place, Is come up, vi ei armis, to break the queen's peace. ​He has vamp'd an old speech, and the court to their sorrow, Shall hear him harangue against Prior to morrow. When once he begins, he never will flinch, But repeats the same note a whole day, like a Finch. I have heard all the speech repeated by Hoppy, And, "Mistakes to prevent, I've obtained a copy."
THE SPEECH.
WHEREAS, notwithstanding, I am in great pain, To hear we are making a peace without Spain; But, most noble senators, 'tis a great shame, There should be a peace, while I'm Not-in-game. The duke show'd me all his fine house; and the duchess From her closet brought out a full purse in her clutches: I talk'd of a peace, and they both gave a start, His grace swore by G—d, and her grace let a f—t: My long oldfashion'd pocket was presently cramm'd; And sooner than vote for a peace I'll be damn'd. But some will cry Turncoat, and rip up old stories, How I always pretended to be for the tories: I answer; the tories were in my good graces, Till all my relations were put into places. But still I'm in principle ever the same, And will quit my best friends, while I'm Not-in-game. When I and some others subscribed our names To a plot for expelling my master king James; I withdrew my subscription by help of a blot, And so might discover or gain by the plot: ​I had my advantage and stood at defiance, For Daniel was got from the den of the lions: I came in without danger, and was I to blame? For, rather than hang, I would be Not-in-game. I swore to the queen, that the prince of Hanover During her sacred life would never come over: I made use of a trope; that "an heir to invite, Was like keeping her monument always in sight." But, when I thought proper, I alter'd my note; And in her own hearing I boldly did vote, That her majesty stood in great need of a tutor, And must have an old or a young coadjutor: For why; I would fain have put all in a flame, Because, for some reasons, I was Not-in-game. Now my new benefactors have brought me about, And I'll vote against peace, with Spain or without: Though the court gives my nephews, and brothers, and cousins, And all my whole family places by dozens; Yet, since I know where a full purse may be found, And hardly pay eighteen pence tax in the pound: Since the tories have thus disappointed my hopes, And will neither regard my figures nor tropes; I'll speech against peace while Dismal's my name, And be a true whig, while I'm Not-in-game.
# Three Stories and Ten Poems/Chapter Heading

CHAPTER HEADING
For we have thought the longer thoughts And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devils' tunes, Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night, Another in the day.
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# Three Stories and Ten Poems

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Privately published in a run of 300 copies by Robert McAlmon's "Contact Publishing" in Paris (Summer 1923). According to a collector, "Mitraigliatrice", "Oily Weather", "Roosevelt", "Champs de Honneur", "Riparto di Assalto" and "Chapter Heading" were first published in January 1923 in Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. Also "Out of Season" and "My Old Man", were first republished in the U.S. in 1924 and "Up in Michigan" was first republished in 1938 in the collection The Fifth Column and the First Forty-nine Stories.
THREE STORIES :
| | Up in Michigan |
| | Out of Season |
| | My Old Man |
| & TEN POEMS |||
| | Mitraigliatrice |
| | Oklahoma |
| | Oily Weather |
| | Roosevelt |
| | Captives |
| | Champs d'Honneur |
| | Riparto d'Assalto |
| | Montparnasse |
| | Along With Youth |
| | Chapter Heading |
This Book
Is For Hadley
CONTENTS :
Three Stories :
Ten Poems :
Five of these poems were first printed in Poetry A Magazine of Verse. :
PRINTED AT DlJON
BY
MAURICE DARANTlERE
M. CM. XXIII
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# Three Stories and Ten Poems/Along with Youth

ALONG WITH YOUTH
A porcupine skin, Stiff with bad tanning, It must have ended somewhere. Stuffed horned owl Pompous Yellow eyed; Chuck-wills-widow on a biassed twig Sooted with dust. Piles of old magazines, Drawers of boy's letters And the line of love They must have ended somewhere. Yesterday's Tribune is gone Along with youth And the canoe that went to pieces on the beach The year of the big storm When the hotel burned down At Seney. Michigan.
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