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a few others whose fame I have forgot; Tools, in my opinion as neceffary for a good writer, as pen, ink, and paper. And befides, I would fain know whether every Draper doth not shew you three or four damn'd pieces of stuff to fet off his good one? However I will grant, that one thorough Bookfelling-Rogue is better qualified to vex an author, than all his cotemporary scriblers in Critic or Satire, not only by stolen Copies of what was incorrect or unfit for the public, but by downright laying other mens dulness at door. I had a long defign upon the Ears of that Curl, when I was in credit, but the Rogue would never allow me a fair stroke at them, although my penknife was ready drawn and sharp. I can hardly believe the relation of his being poisoned, although the historian pretends to have been an eye-witness: But I beg pardon, Sack might do it, although Rats-bane would not. I never faw the thing you mention as falfely imputed to you; but I think the frolicks of merry hours, even when we are guilty, should not be left to the mercy of our best friends, until Curl and his refemblers are hanged.

With fubmiffion to the better judgment of you and your friends, I take your project of an employment under the Turks to be idle and unncceffary. Have a little patience, and you

will find more merit and encouragement at home by the fame methods. You are ungrateful to your country; quit but your own Religion, and ridicule ours, and that will allow you a free choice for any other, or for none at all, and pay you well into the bargain. Therefore pray do not run and difgrace us among the Turks, by telling them you were forced to leave your native home, because we would oblige you to be a Christian; whereas we will make it appear, to all the world, that we only compelled you to be a Whig.

There is a young ingenious Quaker in this town, who writes verses to his mistress, not very correct, but in a strain purely what a poetical Quaker fhould do, commending her look and habit, &c. It gave me a hint that a fet of Quaker pastorals might fucceed, if your friend Gayb could fancy it, and I think it a fruitful subject; pray hear what he fays. I believe further, the paftoral ridicule is not exhaufted; and that a porter, footman, or chairman's pastoral might do well. Or what think you of a Newgate pastoral, among the whores and thieves there. Laftly, to conclude, I love you never the worfe for feldom writing to you. I am in an


b Gay did write a pasto- | ral of this kind, which is published in his works.

c Swift himself wrote one of this kind, intitled Dermot and Sheelah.


obfcure scene, where you know neither thing nor perfon. I can only answer yours, which I promise to do after a fort whenever you think fit to employ me. But I can affure you, the fcene and the times have depreffed me wonderfully, for I will impute no defect to those two paltry years which have flipped by fince I had the happiness to fee you. I am with the trueft esteem,

Your's, &c.


From Dr. SwIFT to Mr. POPE.


Dublin, Jan. 10, 1721.

Thousand things have vexed me of late years, upon which I am determined to lay open my mind to you. I rather chufe to appeal to you than to my Lord Chief Justice Whitfhed, under the fituation I am in. For, I take this caufe properly to lie before you: You are a much fitter Judge of what concerns the credit of a Writer, the injuries that are done him, and the reparations he ought to receive. Befides, I doubt whether the arguments I could

This Letter Mr. Pope never received. P. nor did he believe it was ever fent.


fuggeft to prove my own innocence would be of much weight from the gentlemen of the Long-robe to those in Furs, upon whose decifion about the difference of Style or Sentiments, I should be very unwilling to leave the merits of my Caufe.

Give me leave then to put you in mind (although you cannot eafily forget it) that about ten weeks before the Queen's death, I left the town, upon occafion of that incurable breach among the great men at Court, and went down to Berkshire, where you may remember that you gave me the favour of a vifit. While I was in that retirement, I writ a difcourfe which I thought might be useful in such a juncture of affairs, and fent it up to London; but, upon fome difference in opinion between me and a certain great Minister now abroad, the publishing of it was deferred fo long, that the Queen died, and I recalled my copy, which hath been ever fince in fafe hands. In a few weeks after the lofs of that excellent Princefs, I came to my station here; where I have continued ever fince in the greatest privacy, and utter ignorance of those events, which are most commonly talked of in the world. I neither know the names nor number of the Royal Family which now reigns, further than the Prayer-book informs me. I cannot tell who is Chancellor, who are SecreVOL. IX. taries


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taries, nor with what nations we are in peace or war. And this manner of life was not taken

up out of any fort of Affectation, but merely to avoid giving offence, and for fear of provoking Party-zeal.

I had indeed written fome Memorials of the four last years of the Queen's reign, with fome other informations, which I receiv'd, as neceffary materials to qualify me for doing fomething in an employment then defigned me a: But, as it was at the difpofal of a perfon, who had not the smallest share of fteadiness or fincerity, I difdained to accept it.

Thefe papers at my few hours of health and leifure, I have been digefting b into order by one fheet at a time, for I dare not venture any further, left the humour of fearching and feizing

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ftory. It is to be observed
that the Treafurer Oxford
was the Hero of the ftory.
The Dean would do nothing
againft his friend's judg
ment, yet it extremely cha-

judgment he relied, diffuad-grined him. And he told a

ed him from that defign.
He told the Dean, there
were feveral facts he knew to
be falfe, and that the whole
was fo much in the fpirit of
party writing, that, though
it might have made a fea-
fonable pamphlet in the time
of their Administration, it
was a difhonour to just hi-

common friend, that fince
L. B. did not approve his
history, he would caft it into
the fire, tho' it was the best
work he had ever written.
However it did not undergo
this fate, and is faid to be
yet in being.-It has been
fince published.


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