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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Frances Arabella Kelly to Jonathan Swift - 3

FROM MISS KELLY.
I HEAR my agreeable fellow traveller has been beforehand with me in paying her compliments to you; but I cannot be surprised at that, for she was formed to get the better of me in every thing, but respecting and esteeming you. That, indeed, nobody can do; for both gratitude and taste conspire to make me truly your friend and servant.
I have been, since I came here, very low spirited; the companions I had some part of my journey lessened my illness, or at least I felt not with them the same weight that I did upon their leaving me: and I have often wished myself again in Ireland to enjoy conversation; for I really believe it is one excellent cure for most disorders. This is the dullest place that ever was known; there is not above half a dozen families, and those are cits with great fortunes, or Irish impertinents: the former despise one because their clothes are finer than yours; and the latter have no view in keeping your company, but to ​report your faults. This makes me avoid all communication with them, and only in the morning I go to the wells: and I thank God I can spend my time far better; for either writing to my friends, reading, walking, and riding, find me full employment, and leave me not a wish for such company as the place affords. Doctor Lane (who, by character, is a second Æsculapius, and can raise people from the dead) is my physician, and gives me great hopes of a speedy amendment: and as I take his medicines regularly, and am up at six in the morning, breakfast at eight, dine at one, and sup at seven, I hope I may in time find some benefit: nor do either the ass's milk or waters disagree with me; and I think my appetite is rather better. I wish to Heaven it was agreeable to your affairs to come here; for I am sure you would like the situation of the house that I lodge in: it has the command of such a prospect, that I should do it injustice to attempt to describe it; but the variety of the scene is such, that one discovers new beauties in it every day. I hope you will continue your former goodness to me, and let me have the honour of hearing from you sometimes; for, in reality, nobody is more sincerely your well-wisher than, sir, your most obliged and most faithful humble servant,
F. A. KELLY.
Your expedition to Tallow makes a very fine figure in print; but, since you have made this discovery, I think you ought to fly to us; for, if Dublin be in danger, the deanery house cannot be ​a safe retreat for you. I wish any thing would send Barber here; for I was at the Bath to see some of my friends, and was forced to swear that only the want of health kept her book from being published. I am sure you will be glad to hear, that a lady of very good understanding, that is a particular friend of mine, comes to me next week to stay while I do: her name is Rooke, admiral Rooke's son’s lady.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From George Lyttleton to Jonathan Swift - 1

FROM MR. SECRETARY LYTTELTON.
I CANNOT let Mr. Swift return to Ireland without my acknowledgments to you for the favour you have done Mr. Lamb. I know that I ought to ascribe it wholly to Mr. Pope's recommendation, as I have not the happiness to be known to you myself; but give me leave to take this occasion of assuring you how much I wish to be in the number of your friends. I think I can be so even at this distance, and though we should never come to a nearer acquaintance; for the reputation of some men is amiable, and one can love their characters, without knowing their persons.
​If it could ever be in my power to do you any service in this country, the employing me in it would be a new favour to, sir, your obliged humble servant,
G. LYTTELTON.
* ↑ Afterward the first lord Lyttelton.
* ↑ One of the choir in the cathedrals of St. Patrick and Christ church.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Thomas Hanmer to Jonathan Swift - 2

FROM SIR THOMAS HANMER.
I RECEIVED the favour of a letter from you about ten days since, at which time the duke of ​Grafton was at London; but as he was soon expected in the country, and is now actually returned, I thought it best, rather than write, to wait for an opportunity of speaking to him; and yesterday I went over to his house, on purpose to obey your commands. I found he was not a stranger to the subject of my errand; for he had all the particulars of the story very perfect, and told me, my lord Arran had spoken to him concerning it. I added my solicitations, backed with the reasons with which you had furnished me; and he was so kind to promise, he would by this post write to the chief justice; how explicitly or how pressingly I cannot say, because men in high posts are afraid of being positive in their answers; but I hope it will be in such a manner as will be effectual.
If the thing is done, it will be best that the means should be a secret by which it is brought about; and for this reason you will excuse me, if I avoid putting my name to the outside of my letter, lest it should excite the curiosity of the postoffice. If this affair ends to your satisfaction, I am glad it has proved to me a cause of hearing from you, and an occasion of assuring you, that I am, sir, your very humble servant,
THO. HANMER.
* ↑ Charles, whose mother Isabella, daughter of Henry Bennet, earl of Arlington, married for her second husband sir Thomas Hanmer.
* ↑ The prosecution of Waters. See the following letter from sir Constantine Phipps.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Voltaire to Jonathan Swift - 2

MONSIEUR VOLTAIRE,
AU COMPTE DE MORVILLE, MINISTRE ET SECRÉTAIRE D'ÉTAT À VERSAILLES.
MONSEIGNEUR,
JE me suis contenté jusqu'ici d'admirer en silence votre conduite dans les affaires de l'Europe; mais il n'est pas permis à un homme qui aime votre gloire, et qui vous est aussi tendrement attaché que je le suis, de demeurer plus long temps sans vous faire ses sincéres compliments.
Je ne puis d'ailleurs me refuser l'honneur que me fait le célébre monsieur Swift, de vouloir bien vous présenter une de mes lettres. Je sai que sa reputation est parvenue jusqu' à vous, et que vous avez envie de le connoître. Il fait l'honneur d'une nation que vous estimez. Vous avez lu les traductions de plusieurs ouvrages qui lui sont attribués. Eh qui est plus capable que vous, monseigneur, de discerner les beautés d'un original à travers la foiblesse des plus mauvaises copies. Je crois que vous ne serez pas faché de diner avec monsieur Swift, et monsieur le président Henaut. Et je me flatte que vous regarderez comme une preuve de mon sincère attachement à votre personne, la liberté que je prens de vous présenter un des hommes les plus extraordinaires que l'Angleterre ait produit, et le plus capable de sentir toute l'étendue de vos grandes qualités.
Je suis pour toute ma vie, avec un profond ​respect, et un attachement rempli de la plus haute estime,
Monseigneur, votre trés humble et trés obèissant serviteur,
VOLTAIRE.
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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Voltaire to Jonathan Swift - 4

FROM THE SAME.
SIR,
I SENT the other day a cargo of French dulness to my lord lieutenant. My lady Bolingbroke has taken upon herself to send you one copy of the Henriade. She is desirous to do that honour to my book; and I hope the merit of being presented to you by her hands, will be a commendation to it. However, if she has not done it already, I desire you to take one of the cargo, which is now at my lord lieutenant's. I wish you a good hearing; if you have got it, you want nothing. I have not seen Mr. Pope this winter; but I have seen the third volume of the Miscellanea; and the more I read your works, the more I am ashamed of mine. I am, with respect, esteem, and gratitude, sir, your most humble and most obedient servant,
VOLTAIRE.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From William Pulteney to Alexander Pope - 1

MR. PULTENEY TO MR. POPE.
ELEVEN O'CLOCK, TUESDAY MORNING.
I AM obliged to you all for your compliments, and when the dean is well enough, I hope to see you in town. You will probably find me a much happier man than when you saw me last; for I flatter myself, that in an hour or two I shall be once more blessed with a son. Mrs. Pulteney is now in labour: if she does well, and brings me a boy, I shall not care one sixpence how much longer sir Robert governs England, or Horace governs France. I am ever yours,
W. P.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Unknown Author to Queen Caroline

A COUNTERFEIT LETTER TO THE QUEEN.
I HAVE had the honour to tell your majesty, on another occasion, that provinces labour under one mighty misfortune, which is, in a great measure, the cause of all the rest; and that is, that they are for the most part far removed from the prince's eye, and, of consequence, from the influence both of his wisdom and goodness. This is the case of Ireland beyond expression!
There is not one mortal here, who is not well satisfied of your majesty's good intentions to all your people: and yet your subjects of this isle are so far from sharing the effects of your good dispositions, in any equitable degree; are so far from enjoying all the good to which they are entitled from your majesty's most gracious inclinations; that they often find great difficulty how to enjoy even the relief of complaint.
To emit a thousand other instances, there is one person of Irish birth, eminent for genius and merit of many kinds, an honour to her country, and to her sex: I will be bold to say, not less so in h sphere than your majesty in yours. And yet all talents and virtues have not yet been able to influence any one person about your majesty, so far as to introduce her into your least notice. As I am your ​majesty's most dutiful and loyal subject, it is a debt I owe your majesty to acquaint you, that Mrs. Barber, the best female poet of this or perhaps of any age, is now in your majesty's capital, known to lady Hertford, lady Torrington, lady Walpole, &c.; a woman whose genius is honoured by every man of genius in this kingdom, and either honoured or envied by every man of genius in England.
Your majesty is justly reverenced for those great abilities with which God hath blessed you; for your regard to learning, and your zeal for true religion. Complete your character, by your regard to persons of genius; especially those, who make the greatness of their talents, after your majesty's example, subservient to the good of mankind and the glory of God; which is most remarkably Mrs. Barber's case and character.
Give me leave to tell you, madam, that every subject of understanding and virtue, throughout your dominions, is appointed by Providence of your council. And this, madam, is an open and an honest apology for this trouble; or, to speak more properly, for this dutiful information. It is your true interest, that all your subjects should see that merit is regarded by you in one instance; or rather, that it is not disregarded in any instance. Let them daily bless God for every gift of wisdom and goodness bestowed upon you, and pray incessantly for the long continuance of them; as doth
Your majesty's
most dutiful and
loyal subject and servant,
JONATH. SWIFT.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Voltaire to Jonathan Swift - 3

FROM MONSIEUR VOLTAIRE.
In London, Maiden Lane, at the White Peruke,
Covent Garden, Dec. 14, 1727.
SIR,
YOU will be surprised in receiving an English essay from a French traveller. Pray, forgive an admirer of you, who owes to your writings the love he bears to your language, which has betrayed him into the rash attempt of writing in English.
You will see by the advertisement, that I have some designs upon you, and that I must mention you, for the honour of your country, and for the improvement of mine. Do not forbid me to grace ​my relation with your name. Let me indulge the satifaction of talking of you, as posterity will do.
In the mean time, can I make bold to entreat you to make some use of your interest in Ireland, about some subscriptions for the Henriade; which is almost ready, and does not come out yet for want of a little help? The subscriptions will be but one guinea in hand. I am, with the highest esteem, and the utmost gratitude, sir, your most humble and most obedient servant,
VOLTAIRE.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From William Pulteney to Jonathan Swift - 1

FROM WILLIAM PULTENEY, ESQ.
I RECEIVED the favour of your kind letter at my lord Chetwynd's; and though you had so much goodness as to forbid my answering it at that time; yet I should be inexcusable, now I have perfectly, recovered my health and strength, if I did not return you my very hearty thanks for your concern for me during my illness. Though our acquaintance has not been of long date, yet I think I may venture to assure you, that even among your old friends, you have not many, who have a juster regard for your merit than I have. I could wish that those who are more able to serve you than I am, had the same desire of doing it. And yet methinks, now I consider it, and reflect who they are, I should be sorry they had the merit of doing so right a thing. As well as I wish you, I would rather not have you provided for yet, than provided for by those that I do not like. Mr. Pope tells me, that we shall see you in spring. When we meet again, I flatter myself we shall not part so soon; and I am in hopes you will allow me a larger share of your company than you did. All I can say to engage you to come a little oftener to my house, is, to promise, that you shall not have one dish of meat at my table so disguised, but you shall easily know what it is. You shall have a cup of your own for small beer and wine mixed together; you shall have no women at ​table, if you do not like them, and no men, but such as like you. I wished mightily to be in London before you left it, having something which I would willingly have communicated to you, that I do not think so discreet to trust to a letter. Do not let your expectation be raised, as if it was a matter of any great consequence: it is not that, though I should be mighty glad you knew it, and perhaps I may soon find a way of letting you do so.
Our parliament, they now say, is not to meet till after Christmas. The chief business of it being to give money, it may be proper the ministers should know, a little before it meets, how much farther they have run the nation in debt, that they may prudently conceal or provide what they think fit. I am told, that many among us begin to grumble, that England should be obliged to support the charge of a very expensive war, while all the other powers of Europe are in peace. But I will enter no farther into publick matters, taking it for granted, that a letter directed to you, and franked by me, cannot fail of raising the curiosity of some of our vigilant ministers, and that they will open it; though we know it is not customary for them so to do. Mrs. Pulteney is very much your humble servant, and I am, with great truth, sir, your most obedient humble servant,
W. PULTENEY.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From William Pulteney to Jonathan Swift - 2

TO DR. SWIFT.
LORD B. is so ill, and so much alone, the common fate of those who are out of power, that I have not left him one day since my return from London. Let me know how you are. Say something kind from me to Pope. Toss John Gay over the water to Richmond, if he is with you. Adieu.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Voltaire to Jonathan Swift - 1

FROM MONSIEUR VOLTAIRE.
I SEND you here enclosed two letters, one for Mr. de Morville, our secretary of state, and the other for Mr. de Maisons, both desirous and worthy of your acquaintance. Be so kind as to let me know if you intend to go by Calais, or by the way of Rouen. In case you resolve to go by Rouen, I will give you some letters for a good lady, who lives in her country castle just by Rouen. She will receive you as well as you deserve. There you will find two or three of my intimate friends, who are your admirers, and who have learned English since I am in England. All will pay you all the respects, and procure all the pleasures they are capable of. They will give you a hundred directions for Paris, and provide you with all the requisite conveniencies. Vouchsafe to acquaint me with your resolution, I shall certainly do my best endeavours to serve you, and to let my country know, that I have the inestimable honour to be one of your friends. I am, with the highest respect and esteem,
Your most humble obedient faithful servant,
VOLTAIRE.
# The Waning of the Middle Ages/Bibliography

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# The Yellow Book/Volume 13/An Eastern Town

​Four Pictures
By Patten Wilson
* An Eastern Town
* Bookplate for Egerton Clairmonte, Esq.
* Bookplate for H. B. Marriott Watson, Esq.
* Bookplate for S. Carey Curtis, Esq.
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​ I. An Eastern Town - Patten Wilson (1897)
# The Yellow Book/Volume 13/A Masque

​Two Pictures
By Charles Conder
* A Fairy Prince
* A Masque
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​ A Masque - Charles Conder (1897)
# The Yellow Book/Volume 13/A Shepherd Boy

A Shepherd Boy
By E. Philip Pimlott
​ A Shepherd Boy - E. Philip Pimlott (1897)
# The Yellow Book/Volume 1/Δαιμονιζόμενος

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​Δαιμονιζόμενος
By Arthur Christopher Benson
You were clear as a sandy spring
After a drought, when its waters run
Evenly, sparingly, filtering
Into the eye of the sun.
Love you took with a placid smile,
Pain you bore with a hopeful sigh,
Never a thought of gain or guile
Slept in your wide blue eye.
Suddenly, once, at a trivial word,—
Side by side together we stept,—
Rose a tempest that swayed and stirred;
Over your soul it swept.   Dismal visitants, suddenly,
Pulled the doors in your house of clay;
Out of the windows there stared at me
Something horrible, grey.
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# The Yellow Book/Volume 13/A Vision

​Two Pictures
By Ethel Reed
* An Introduction
* A Vision
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​ A Vision - Ethel Reed (1897)
# The Yellow Book/Volume 1/Two Poems by Edmund Gosse

​Two Poems
By Edmund Gosse
I—Alere Flammam
To A. C. B.
In ancient Rome, the secret fire,— An intimate and holy thing,— Was guarded by a tender choir Of kindred maidens in a ring; Deep, deep within the house it lay, No stranger ever gazed thereon, But, flickering still by night and day, The beacon of the house, it shone; Thro' birth and death, from age to age, It passed, a quenchless heritage;
And there were hymns of mystic tone Sung round about the family flame, Beyond the threshold all unknown, Fast-welded to an ancient name; There sacrificed the sire as priest, Before that altar, none but he,
Alone he spread the solemn feast For a most secret deity; He knew the god had once been sire, And served the same memorial fire.
Ah! so, untouched by windy roar Of public issues loud and long, The Poet holds the sacred door, And guards the glowing coal of song; Not his to grasp at praise or blame, Red gold, or crowns beneath the sun, His only pride to tend the flame That Homer and that Virgil won, Retain the rite, preserve the act, And pass the worship on intact.
Before the shrine at last he falls; The crowd rush in, a chattering band But, ere he fades in death, he calls Another priest to ward the brand; He, with a gesture of disdain, Flings back the ringing brazer gate, Reproves, repressing, the profane, And feeds the flame in primal state; Content to toil and fade in turn, If still the sacred embers burn.
II—A Dream of November
Far, far away, I know not where, I know not how, The skies are grey, the boughs are bare, bare boughs in flower: Long lilac silk is softly drawn from bough to bough, With flowers of milk and buds of fawn, a broidered shower.
Beneath that tent an Empress sits, with slanted eyes, And wafts of scent from censers flit, a lilac flood; Around her throne bloom peach and plum in lacquered dyes, And many a blown chrysanthemum, and many a bud.
She sits and dreams, while bonzes twain strike some rich bell, Whose music seems a metal rain of radiant dye; In this strange birth of various blooms, I cannot tell Which spring from earth, which slipped from looms, which sank from sky.
Beneath her wings of lilac dim, in robes of blue, The Empress sings a wordless hymn that thrills her bower; My trance unweaves, and winds, and shreds, and forms anew Dark bronze, bright leaves, pure silken threads, in triple flower.
# The Yellow Book/Volume 13

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The Yellow Book
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Volume XIIIApril, 1897
John Lane, The Bodley Head
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# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Primus/Fable 13

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Numbered 1 in the Perry Index. Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. An annotated version of this text is available.
¶ The xiij fable is of the Egle and of the foxe
Ow the puyssant & myghty must doubte the feble Essope reherceth to vs suche a fable / Ther was an Egle whiche came ther as young foxes were / and took awey one of them / and gaf hit to his younge Egles to fede them with The foxe wente after hym & praid hym to restore and gyue hym ageyne his yong foxe / and the Egle said that he wold not / For he was ouer hym lord and maister/ ¶ And thenne the foxe fulle of shrewdnes and malyce beganne to put to gyder grete habondaunce of straws round aboute the tree / where vpon the egle and his yonge were in theyr nest/ and kyndeled it with fyre / ¶ And whan the smoke and the flambe began to ryse vpward / the Egle ferdfulle and doubtyng the dethe of her lytylle egles restored ageyne the younge foxe to his moder  ¶ This fable sheweth vs / how the myghty men oughte not to lette in ony thynge the small folke / For the lytyle ryght ofte may lette and trouble the grete