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gotten the ship's name, which your mother will rewarded, though the times should alter. Toenquire, and put it into her letter, which is wards the latter end of this month, September, joined with mine. But the master's name I re. Charles will begin to recover his perfect health, member; he is called Mr. Ralph Thorp; the according to his nativity, which, casting it myship is bound to Leghorn, consigned 10 Mr. Pe- self, I am sure is true ; and all things hitherto ter and Mr. Tho. Ball, merchants. I am of have happened accordingly 10 the very time that your opinion, that, by Tonson's means, almost I predicted them. I hope, at the same time, to all our letters have miscarried for this last year. * recover more health, according to my age. ReBut, however, he has missed of his design in member me to poor Harry, whose prayers I the dedication, though he had prepared the book earnestly desire. My Virgil succeeds in the for it ;t for, in every figure of Æneas he has world beyond its desert, or my expectation. caused him to be drawn like King William, with You know, the profits might have been more ; a hooked nose. I
but neither my conscience nor my honour would Alter my return to town, I intend to alter a suffer me to take them ;* but I never can repent play of Sir Robert Howard's, written long since, of my constancy, since I am thoroughly perand lately put by him into my hands; 'tis called suaded of the justice of the cause for which I the " Conquest of China by the Tartars." It suffer. It has pleased God to raise up many will cost me six weeks study, with the probable friends to me amongst my enemies, though they, benefit of an hundred pounds. In the mean who ought to have been my friends, are neglitime, I am writing a song for St. Cecilia's Feast, gent of me. I am called to dinner, and cannot who, you know, is the patroness of music. This go on with this letter, which I desire you to exis troublesome, and no way beneficial ; but I cuse; and am could not deny the stewards of the feast, who
Your most affectionate father, came in a body to me to desire that kindness,
JOHN DRYDEN. one of them being Mr. Bridgman, whose parents Superscribed, are your mother's friends. I hope to send you
Al illustrissimo Sigre. thirty guineas between Michaelmass and Cbrist
Carlo Dryden, mass, of which I will give you an accoupl when
Camariere d'Honore A. S. S. I come to town. I remember the counsel you Franca per Mantoua.
In Roma. give me in your letter ; but dissembling, though lawful in some cases, is not my talent; yet, for
(To this Letter, Lady Elizabeth Dryden subjoined,
on the same paper, the following Postscript.)
My dear sons, I sent your letter emediately menls against that degenerate order.ll In the
to your father, after I had read it, as you will mean time, I flatter not myself with any manner
find by his. I have not room to say much, havof hopes, but do my duty, and suffer for God's ing writ former letters to you, datied the 27 of sake; being assured, beforehand, never to be August, your father being then out of town; ho
writes me word-he is much at woon as to his . This seems to imply a suspicion, though an odd one, that Jacob, being bene to convert Dryden to his health, and his desnese is not wosce, but much own views of politics, intercepted his sons' letters as he was when he was heare. He expresses from Rome, as proceeding from an interest hostile to his views. (See p. .) His earnest wish was,
a great desire to see my deare Charlles; and Chat the Æneld should be inscribed io King William trully I see noe reason why you should not both + The translation of Virgil.
come together, lo be a comfort to woon another, i In MS. Harl. p. 35, in the Museum, are the follow. ing verses, occasioned by this circumstance:
and to us both, if the King of France includ Ing** To be published in the next edition of Dryden's land in the peace it for you doe but gust make Virgili.
shift to live wheare you are, and soe I hope you Old Jacoh, by deep judgment sway'd,
may doe heare ; for I will leaf noe ston unturn'd To please the wise beholders,
to help my belov'd sonns. If I cane, I will send Has placed old Nassau's hook nosed head On poor Æneas' shoulders.
this letter by the same way it came if that is, To make the parallel hold tack,
• This probably alludes to the proposition which Methinks there's little lacking;
appears to have been made to him, concerning the One took his father pick-a pack,
dedication of bis Virgil to King William ; for which And t'other sent his packing.'
a valuable pecuniary reward might have been ex
pected.- Malone. In a copy I have seen of this epigram, "poor" 1 The peace of Ryswick, which was proclaimed Æneas 13 improved into "young" Æneas.
at London in the following month, October 19, 1697, $ This Dryden never effected, nor was Howard's
0.8. play ever printed.
I She means, I suppose -by the same way her ? Probably the clergy of England.
Bon's letter came to her.
TO MR. JACOB TONSON.
it was brought me from woon Mr. Galowway, ger space, because ships go not for Italy every who corresponds with Rozie; I payd woon and day. sixpence for it, and do offer to pay him what he demandes, so that he would take ceare the
Your humble servant, [packet] might come safe to your handes. I
JOHN DBYDEX. long tell I heare my deare Charlles is better. I I hear Tom Brown is comeing out upon me.* have only room to tell you the names of the merchantes your parcell went in ; you are to demmand them of Mr. Robert Ball and Thommas Ball in Lindovino in Livorno. You are not to
LETTER XXV. pay any charges for the box, for the port of London. If the have demanded any of you, send word to me what it is; for otherwayes wee shall pay lwice for them; and this Mr. Walkeson
Wednesday. [f. Dec. 1697.) telles me with his service to you both. Far
I have broken off my studies from the "Conwell, my deare children: God Almighty keep quest of China,"t to review Virgil, and bestowed you in his protection, for that is the wishes and nine entire days upon him. You may have the prayers of your most affec: mother, that sends printed copy you sent me to-morrow morning, if her blessinge to you all; not forgetting my sonn Harry, whose prayers I desire for a comfortable you will come for it yourself; for the printer is
a beast, and understands nothing I can say to meetinge. I hope I may have some better him of correcting the press. Dr. Chetwoodt thinges against you come, than what is sent you claims my promise of the Ode on St. Cecilia's in that box; there being nothing considurabell Day, which I desire you to send to him (accordbut my deare Jackes play, who I desire in his ing to the Parliament phrase) forthwith. My next to me to give me a true account how my wise says you have broken your promise about deare sonn Charlles is head dus; for I cane be
the picture, and desires it speedily; the rest I at noe rest tell I heare he is better or rather
you when you come. thourely well, which I dally pray for.,*
TO MR. JACOB TONSOX
(1. Dec. 1697.]
[C. Dec. 1697.) as you sayd, the best of the kind I ever dranke. You were no sooner gone, but I fell in my I have found the catalogue you desire, of the pocket, and found my Lady Chudleigh's g subscriber's
's names you left with me; and have verses ; which this afternoon I gave Mr. Walsh sent them to you inclosed. Remember, in the to read in the coffee-house. His opinion is the copy of verses for St. Cecilia, to alter the name same with mine, that they are better than any of Lais, which is twice there, for Thais ; those two ladyes were contemporaryes, which causd • Tom Brown had, in the year of the Revolution, that small mistake. I wish you cou'd tell me
published " The Reasons of Mr. Bayes changing his
Religion;" and in 1690, a second Part, called the how to send my sonns our Virgil
, which you gave “ Late Converts Exposed." What this small wit me; and should be glad if you cou'd put me in
now had in hand is difficult to guess: none of his
direct attacks against Dryden appear in his works; a way of remitting thirty guineas to Rome, which
but his insignificant enmity survived Dryden, for I wond pay hcer, for my sonns to have the vallue he wrote a burlesque account of the poet's funeral
Any there, according as the exchange goes.
in verse, and libelled his memory in prose, in bis
"Letters from the Dead to the Living." time this fortnight will be soon enough to send This labour he never resumed. the money : the book, I know, will require a lon- The Rev. Dr. Knightly Chelwood, an Intimalo
friend of our author.
$ Mary Leigh, the wife of Sir George Chudleigh of • To account for the difference between the ex. Ashton, in the same county, bart. She died in the quisite orthography of Lady Elizabeth's present year 1710
life is among those of Ballard's epistle, and that to Dr. Busby, Mr, Malone suggests, "Learned Ladies," "The verres mentioned in the that Dryden probably revised the latter before it was text are not prefixed to the “Virgil," but printed in sent.
Lady Chudleigh's Poems.
which are printed before the book : so thinks also a father, that you will procure Mr. Francia* to Mr. Wycherly. I have them by ine ; but do inclose it in his packet this week : for a week not send them till I heare from my Lord Clif- lost may be my sonn's ruine ; whom I intend to ford, whether my lady will put her name to them send for next summer, without his brother, as I or not : therefore I desire they may be printed have written him word : and if it please God that last of all the copyes, and of all the book. II must dye of over-study, I cannot spend my life have also written this day to Mr. Chet wood, better than in saving his. I vallue not any price and let him know, that the book is immediately for a double letter ; let me know it, and it shall goeing lo the press again. My opinion is, that be payd ; for I dare not trust it by the post ; the printer shou'd begin with the first Pastoral, being satisfyd by experience, that Ferrand will and print on to the end of the Georgiques; or do by this, as he did by two letters which I sent farther, if occasion be, lill Dr. Chetwood corrects my sonns, about my dedicating to the king it of his preface, * which he writes me word is printed which they received neither. If you cannot go
You cannot take too great care of yourself, then send a note to Signior Francia, the printing this edition exactly after my amend- as earnestly as you can write it, to beg that it ments; for a fault of that nature will disoblige may go this day, I meane Friday. I need not me eternally,
you, how much herein you will oblige I am glad to heare from all hands, that my
Your friend and servant, Odet is esteemed the best of all my poetry, by
J. D. all the town: 1 thought so myself when I writ it; but, being old, I mistrusted my own judge ment. I hope it has done you service, and will do more. You told me not, but the town says
LETTER XXVII. you are printing Ovid de Arte Amandi. I know my translation is very uncorrect ; but at the same time I know, nobody else can do it better,
TO MRS. STEWARD.. with all their paines. If there be any loose pa
Saturday, Octob. Ist -99. pers left in the Virgil I gave you this morning,
You have done me the honour to invite so look for them, and send them back by my man ;
often, that it would look like want of respect to I miss not any yet; but 'uis possible some may be left, because I gave you the book in a hurry.
refuse it any longer. How can you be so good I vow to God, if Everingham takes not care of
• Probably the Genoese resident at that time. this impression, he shall never print any thing * See page 439. of mine heerafter: for I will write on, since I
:01 Mrs. Steward Mr. Malone gives the following
account :-" This lady, who was not less distinfind I can.
guished for her talents and accomplishments than I desire you to make sure of the three pounds her beauty and virtues, having been both a painter of snuff, the same of which I had one pound from
and a poetess, was the eldest surviving daughter of
John Creed of Oundle, Esq. (secretary to Charles II. you. When you send it any morning, I will for the affairs of 'Tangier.) by Elizabeth Pickering, pay for it all together. But this is not the busi- his wife, who was the only daughter of Sir Gilbert
Pickering, Baronet, our author's cousin german. ness of this letter.- When you were heer, I in
Her eldest son, Richard Creed, as we have seen, felt tended to have sent an answer to poor Charles in the battle of Blenheim, and was honoured with a his letier; but I had not then the letter which monument in Westminster Abbey. Her eldes“,
daughter, Elizabeth, was born in the year 1672, and, my chirurgeon promised me, or his advice, to
in 1692, married Eimes Steward of Cotterstock, in prevent a rupture, which he fears. Now I the county of Northampton, Esq. ; where they prin
cipally resided. By this gentleman, who is said to have the surgeon's answer, which I have in
have preferred field-sports to any productions of closed in my letter to my sonn.
This is a the Muses, she had three children; Elizabeth, who business of the greatest consequence in the
became the wife of Thomas Gwillinn, Esq. of Old
Court, in the parish of Whitchurch, near Ross in world; for you know how I love Charles: and
Herefordshire; Anne, who died unmarried ; and therefore I write you with all the earnestness of Jemima, who marrier Elmes Spinckes of Allwinkle, to an old decrepid man, who can entertain you another trouble on your self, which our bad with no discours which is worthy of your good company may possibly draw upon you next sense, and who can onely be a trouble to you in year, if I have life and health to come into all the time he stays at Cotterstock. Yet I will Northamptonshire ; and that you will please not obey your commands as far as possibly I can, to make so much a stranger of me another and give you the inconvenience you are pleas'd time.--I intend my wife shall tast the plover to desire ; at least for the few days which I can you did me the favour to send me. If either spare from other necessary business, which re- your lady or you shall at any time honour me quires me at Tichmarsh. Therefore, if you with a letter, my house is in Gerard-street, the please to send your coach on Tuesday next by fifth door on the left hand, comeing from Neweleven o'clock in the morning, I hope to wait on port-street. I pray God I may hear better news you before dinner. There is onely one more of both your healths, and of my good cousin trouble, which I am almost ashamed to name. Creed's,* and my cousin Dorothy,t than I I am obliged to visit my cousin, Driden of Ches- have had while I was in this country. I shall terton, some time next week, who is nine miles languish till you send me word ; and I assure from hence, and only five from you. If it be you I write this without poetry, who am, from with your convenience to spare me your coach the bottome of my heart, thether for a day, the rest of my time till Mon- My honour'd cousin's most obliged day is at your service; and I am sorry for my
Esq. Mrs. Steward, who survived her husband
above thirty years, in the latter part of her life • The preface to the "Pastorals."
became blind, in which melancholy state she died in + The Ode for 31. Cecilia's Day." It is pleasing the house of her son in-law Mr. Gwillim, at the age to be assured that the best of English lyrics was of seventy-one, Jan. 17, 1742-3; and a monumeng received with due honour on its first appearance. was erected to her memory in the church of Whit
1 Our author only translated the First Book. church. The hall of Cotterstock house was painted
$ His son Charles hail probably heen much hurt by in fresco hy her, in a very masterly style, and she a dangerous (all at Rome, probably that mentioned drew several portraits of her friends in Northampby Mrs. Thomas, in her exaggerated account of his tonshire. Her own portrait, painted by herself, is in accident at the Vatican. In a former letter, his the possession of her kinswoman, Mrs. Ord of mother inquires particularly about his head.
Queen Anne Street."
Humble servant, own sake it cannot be any longer this year,
John DRYDEK. cause I have some visits after my return hether,
My sonn and I kiss my cousin Steward's which I cannot avoyd. But if it please God to
hand; and give our service to your sister, and give me life and health, I may give you occasion another time to repent of your kindness, pretty Miss Betty:
For my Honour'd Cousin, by makeing you weary of my company. My sonn kisses
Elmes Steward, Esq. At Cotterstock. hand.
your Be pleas'd to give his
TO MRS. STEWARD.
Nov. 281, 1698. To take acknowledgments of favours for favours done you, is onely yours. I am always on the re
ceiving hand; and you, who have been pleas'd to LETTER XXVIII.
be troubled so long with my bad company, in stead of forgiveing, which is all I could expect, will
turn it to a kindness on my side. If your house TO ELMES STEWARD, ESQ.
be often so molested, you will have reason to be (Probably, Nov. 20, 1698.)
weary of it, before the ending of the year : and MY HONOUR'D COUSIN,
wish Cotterstock were planted in a desart, an I shou'd have received your letter with too hundred miles off from any poet.-After I had much satisfaction, if it had not been allay'd with lost the happiness of your company, I could exthe bad news of my cousin your wife's indispo- pect no other than the loss of my health, which sition ; which yet I hope will not continue.' I followed, according to the proverb, chat misam sure, if care and love will contribute to her fortunes seldome come alone. I had no woman health, she will want neither from so tender a to visites but the parson's wife; and she, who husband as you are ; and indeed you are both was intended by nature as a help meet for a deal worthy of each other. You have been pleased, husband, was somewhat of the loudest for each of you, to be kind to my sonn* and me, conversation; and for other things, I will say your poor relations, without any merit on our no more then that she is just your contrary, and side, unless you will let our gratitude pass for our desert. And now you are pleas'd to invite
• Mrs. Steward's father, Mr. John Creed.
Dorothy Creed, second daughter of John Creed, Esq. • His eldest son Charles, who returned from Italy 1 At Tichmarsh, after his return from Cotter. to England about the middle of the yers 1698. stock,
an epitome of her own country. My journey to you are a prophetess ; for the direction on your London was yet more unpleasant than my abode basket was for him ; and he is likely to enjoy at Tichmarsh; for the coach was crowded up the greatest part of them: for I always think with an old woman fatter than any of my host the young are more worthy than the old ; esesses on the rode. Her weight made the horses pecially since you are one of the former sort, travel very heavily ; but, to give them a breath- and that he mends upon your medicine.--I am ing time, she would often stop us, and plead some very glad to hear my cousin, your father, is necessity of nature, and tell us, we were all comeing or come to town ; perhaps this ayr flesh and blood : but she did this so frequently, may be as beneficiall to him as it has been to that at last we conspired against her; and that
you tell me nothing of your own health, she might not be inconvenienced by staying in and fear Cotterstock is too agueish for this the coach, turned her out in a very dirty place, season.—My wife and sonn give you their most where she was to wade up to the ankles, before humble thanks and service; as I do mine to my she cou'd reach the next hedge. When I was cousin Steward; and am, Madam, ridd of her, I came sick home, and kept my Your most oblig'd obedient servant, house for three weeks together; but, by ad
JOHN DRYDEN. vice of my doctour, takeing twice the bitter For Mrs. Sleward, draught, with sena in it, and looseing at least Att Cotterstock, near Oundle, twelve ounces of blood, by cupping on my neck, in the county of Northampton, These. I am just well enough to go abroad in the after- To be left with the Postmsaler of Oundle. noon; but am much afflicted that I have you a companion of my sickness : though I 'scap'd with one cold fit of an aguo, and yours, I feare, is an intermitting feavour. Since I heard no
LETTER XXXI. thing of your father, whom I left ill, I hope he is recovered of his real sickness, and that your
TO MRS. STEWARD, sister is well of hers, which was onely in imagination. My wife and sonn return you their MADAM,
Candlemas-Day, 1698 (-9.] most humble service, and I give mine to my OLD men are not so insensible of beauty as, cousin Steward.-Madam,
it may be, you young ladies think. Your most obliged and
own part, I must needs acknowledge, that your most obedient servant,
fair eyes had made me your slave before I ro
John DRYDEN, ceived your fine presents. Your letter puts me (The Superscription has not been preserved.) out of doubt that they have lost nothing of their
lustre, because it was written with your own hand; and not heareing of a feavour or an ague,
I will please my self with the thoughts that they LETTER XXX.
have wholly left you. I wou'd also flatter my
self with the hopes of waiting on you at CotterTO MRS. STEWARD.
stock some time next summer ; but my want of health may perhaps hinder me.
But if I am Dec. 12th. -99. MADAM,
well enough to travell as farr northward as All my letters being nothing but acknow- Northamptonshyre, you are sure of a guest, ledgments of your favours to me, 'tis no wonder who has been 100 well us'd not to trouble you if they are all alike: for they can but express the again. same thing, I being eternally the receiver, and My sonn, of whom you have done me the fa you the giver. I wish it were in my power to vour to enquire, mends of his indisposition very turn the skale on the other hand, that I might see slowly ; the ayr of England not agreeing with how you, who have so excellent a wit, cou'd him hetherto so well as that of Italy. The Bath thank on your side. Not to name my selfe or is proposed by the doctours, both to him and my wife, my sonn Charles is the great com- me: but we have not yet resolved absolutely on mender of your last receiv'd present; who being that journey ; for that city is so closs and so ill of late somewhat indispos'd, uses to send for situated, that perhaps the ayr may do us more some of the same sort, which we call heer mar- harm than the waters can do us good : for which row-puddings, for his suppers ; but the tast of reason we intend to try them heer first; and, if yours has so spoyl'd his markets heer, that there we find not the good effect which is promis'd of is not the least comparison betwixt them. You them, we will save our selves the pains of goeing are not of an age to be a Sybill, and yet I think thether. In the mean time, betwixt my intera