Lo! Swift to idiots bequeaths his store:Be wise, ye rich!—consider thus the poor!
Great wits to madness nearly are allied,This makes the Dean for kindredthusprovide.
Between the hours of twelve and one,When half the world to rest were gone,Entranced in softest sleep I lay,Forgetful of an anxious day;From every care and labour free,My soul as calm as it could be.The queen of dreams, well pleased to findAn undisturb'd and vacant mind,With magic pencil traced my brain,And there she drew St. Patrick's Dean:I straight beheld on either handTwo saints, like guardian angels, stand,And either claim'd him for their son,And thus the high dispute begun:St. Andrew, first, with reason strong,Maintain'd to him he did belong."Swift is my own, by right divine,All born upon this day are mine."St. Patrick said, "I own this trueSo far he does belong to you:But in my church he's born again,My son adopted, and my Dean.When first the Christian truth I spread,The poor within this isle I fed,And darkest errors banish'd hence,Made knowledge in their place commence:Nay more, at my divine command,All noxious creatures fled the land.I made both peace and plenty smile,Hibernia was my favourite isle;Now his—for he succeeds to me,Two angels cannot more agree.His joy is, to relieve the poor;Behold them weekly at his door!His knowledge too, in brightest rays,He like the sun to all conveys,Shows wisdom in a single page,And in one hour instructs an ageWhen ruin lately stood aroundTh'enclosures of my sacred ground,He gloriously did interpose,And saved it from invading foes;For this I claim immortal SwiftAs my own son, and Heaven's best gift.The Caledonian saint, enraged,Now closer in dispute engaged.Essays to prove, by transmigration,The Dean is of the Scottish nation;And, to confirm the truth, he choseThe loyal soul of great Montrose;"Montrose and he are both the same,They only differ in the name:Both heroes in a righteous cause,Assert their liberties and laws;He's now the same Montrose was then,But that the sword is turn'd a pen,A pen of so great power, each wordDefends beyond the hero's sword."Now words grew high—we can't supposeImmortals ever come to blows,But lest unruly passion shouldDegrade them into flesh and blood,An angel quick from Heaven descends,And he at once the contest ends:"Ye reverend pair, from discord cease,Ye both mistake the present case;One kingdom cannot have pretenceTo so much virtue! so much sense!Search Heaven's record; and there you'll findThat he was born for all mankind."
WITH A PICTURE OF DR. SWIFT. BY WILLIAM DUNKIN, D.D.To gratify thy long desire,(So love and piety require,)From Bindon's colours you may traceThe patriot's venerable face.The last, O Nugent! which his artShall ever to the world impart;For know, the prime of mortal men,That matchless monarch of the pen,(Whose labours, like the genial sun,Shall through revolving ages run,Yet never, like the sun, decline,But in their full meridian shine,)That ever honour'd, envied sage,So long the wonder of the age,Who charm'd us with his golden strain,Is not the shadow of the Dean:He only breathes Boeotian air—"O! what a falling off was there!"Hibernia's Helicon is dry,Invention, Wit, and Humour die;And what remains against the stormOf Malice but an empty form?The nodding ruins of a pile,That stood the bulwark of this isle?In which the sisterhood was fix'dOf candid Honour, Truth unmix'd,Imperial Reason, Thought profound,And Charity, diffusing roundIn cheerful rivulets to flowOf Fortune to the sons of woe?Such one, my Nugent, was thy Swift,Endued with each exalted gift,But lo! the pure ethereal flameIs darken'd by a misty steam:The balm exhausted breathes no smell,The rose is wither'd ere it fell.That godlike supplement of law,Which held the wicked world in aweAnd could the tide of faction stem,Is but a shell without the gem.Ye sons of genius, who would aimTo build an everlasting fame,And in the field of letter'd arts,Display the trophies of your parts,To yonder mansion turn aside,And mortify your growing pride.Behold the brightest of the race,And Nature's honour, in disgrace:With humble resignation own,That all your talents are a loan;By Providence advanced for use,Which you should study to produceReflect, the mental stock, alas!However current now it pass,May haply be recall'd from youBefore the grave demands his due,Then, while your morning star proceeds,Direct your course to worthy deeds,In fuller day discharge your debts;For, when your sun of reason sets,The night succeeds; and all your schemesOf glory vanish with your dreams.Ah! where is now the supple train,That danced attendance on the Dean?Say, where are those facetious folks,Who shook with laughter at his jokes,And with attentive rapture hung,On wisdom, dropping from his tongue;Who look'd with high disdainful prideOn all the busy world beside,And rated his productions moreThan treasures of Peruvian ore?Good Christians! they with bended kneesIngulf'd the wine, but loathe the lees,Averting, (so the text commands,)With ardent eyes and upcast hands,The cup of sorrow from their lips,And fly, like rats, from sinking ships.While some, who by his friendship roseTo wealth, in concert with his foesRun counter to their former track,Like old Actfon's horrid packOf yelling mongrels, in requitalsTo riot on their master's vitals;And, where they cannot blast his laurels,Attempt to stigmatize his morals;Through Scandal's magnifying glassHis foibles view, but virtues pass,And on the ruins of his fameErect an ignominious name.So vermin foul, of vile extraction,The spawn of dirt and putrefaction,The sounder members traverse o'er,But fix and fatten on a sore.Hence! peace, ye wretches, who revileHis wit, his humour, and his style;Since all the monsters which he drewWere only meant to copy you;And, if the colours be not fainter,Arraign yourselves, and not the painter.But, O! that He, who gave him breath,Dread arbiter of life and death:That He, the moving soul of all,The sleeping spirit would recall,And crown him with triumphant meeds,For all his past heroic deeds,In mansions of unbroken rest,The bright republic of the bless'd!Irradiate his benighted mindWith living light of light refined;And there the blank of thought employWith objects of immortal joy!Yet, while he drags the sad remainsOf life, slow-creeping through his veins,Above the views of private ends,The tributary Muse attends,To prop his feeble steps, or shedThe pious tear around his bed.So pilgrims, with devout complaints,Frequent the graves of martyr'd saints,Inscribe their worth in artless lines,And, in their stead, embrace their shrines.[Footnote 1: Created Baron Nugent and Viscount Clare, Dec. 20,1766.—Scott.]
Undone by fools at home, abroad by knaves,The isle of saints became the land of slaves,Trembling beneath her proud oppressor's hand;But, when thy reason thunder'd through the land,Then all the public spirit breathed in thee,And all, except the sons of guilt, were free.Blest isle, blest patriot, ever glorious strife!You gave her freedom, as she gave you life!Thus Cato fought, whom Brutus copied well,And with those rights for which you stand, he fell.[Footnote 1: See the translation of Carberiae Rupes in vol. i, p. 143. Inthe select Poetical Works of Dr. Dunkin, published at Dublin in 1770, arefour well-chosen compliments to the Dean on his birth-day, and a veryhumorous poetical advertisement for a copy of Virgil Travestie, which, atthe Dean's request, Dr. Dunkin had much corrected, and afterwards lost.After offering a small reward to whoever will restore it, he adds,"Or if, when this book shall be offer'd to sale,Any printer will stop it, the bard will not failTo make over the issues and profits accruingFrom thence to the printer, for his care in so doing;Provided he first to the poet will send it,That where it is wrong, he may alter and mend it."—N.]
HIC JACETDEMOCRITVS ILLE NEOTERICVS, RABELAESIVS NOSTER,IONATHAN SWIFT, S.T.P. HVIVS CATHEDRALIS NVPER DECANVS;MOMI, MVSARVM, MINERVAE, ALVMNVS PERQVAM DILECTVS;INSVLSIS, HYPOCRITIS, THEOMACHIS, IVXTA EXOSVS;QVOS TRIBVTIM SVMMO CVM LEPOREDERISIT, DENVDAVIT, DEBELLAVIT.PATRIAE INFELICIS PATRONVS IMPIGER, ET PROPVGNATORPRIMORES ARRIPVIT, POPVLVMQVE INTERRITVS,VNI SCILICET AEQVVS VIRTVTI.HANC FAVILLAMSI QVIS ADES, NEC PENITVS EXCORS VIDETVR,DEBITA SPARGES LACRYMA.
Two geniuses one age and nation grace!Pride of our isles, and boast of human race!Great sage! great bard! supreme in knowledge born!The world to mend, enlighten, and adorn.Truth on Cimmerian darkness pours the day!Wit drives in smiles the gloom of minds away!Ye kindred suns on high, ye glorious spheres,Whom have ye seen, in twice three thousand years,Whom have ye seen, like these, of mortal birth;Though Archimede and Horace blest the earth?Barbarians, from th' Equator to the Poles,Hark! reason calls! wisdom awakes your souls!Ye regions, ignorant of Walpole's name;Ye climes, where kings shall ne'er extend their fame;Where men, miscall'd, God's image have defaced,Their form belied, and human shape disgraced!Ye two-legg'd wolves! slaves! superstition's sons!Lords! soldiers! holy Vandals! modern Huns!Boors, mufties, monks; in Russia, Turkey, Spain!Who does not know SIR ISAAC, and THE DEAN?
When wasteful death has closed the Poet's eyes,And low in earth his mortal essence lies;When the bright flame, that once his breast inspired,Has to its first, its noblest seat retired;All worthy minds, whom love of merit sways,Should shade from slander his respected bays;And bid that fame, his useful labours won,Pure and untainted through all ages run.Envy's a fiend all excellence pursues,But mostly poets favour'd by the Muse;Who wins the laurel, sacred verse bestows,Makes all, who fail in like attempts, his foes;No puny wit of malice can complain,The thorn is theirs, who most applauses gain.Whatever gifts or graces Heaven design'dTo raise man's genius, or enrich his mind,Were Swift's to boast—alike his merits claimThe statesman's knowledge, and the poet's flame;The patriot's honour, zealous to defendHis country's rights—andfaithful to the end;The sound divine, whose charities display'dHe more by virtue than by forms was sway'd;Temperate at board, and frugal of his store,Which he but spared, to make his bounties more:The generous friend, whose heart alike caress'd,The friend triumphant, or the friend distress'd;Who could, unpain'd, another's merit spy,Nor view a rival's fame with jaundiced eye;Humane to all, his love was unconfined,And in its scope embraced all human kind;Sharp, not malicious, was his charming wit,And less to anger than reform he writ;Whatever rancour his productions show'd,From scorn of vice and folly only flow'd;He thought that fools were an invidious race,And held no measures with the vain or base.Virtue so clear! who labours to destroy,Shall find the charge can but himself annoy:The slanderous theft to his own breast recoils,Who seeks renown from injured merit's spoils;All hearts unite, and Heaven with man conspiresTo guard those virtues she herself admires.O sacred bard!—once ours!—but now no more,Whose loss, for ever, Ireland must deplore,No earthly laurels needs thy happy brow,Above the poet's are thy honours now:Above the patriot's, (though a greater nameNo temporal monarch for his crown can claim.)From noble breasts if envy might ensue,Thy death is all the brave can envy you.You died, when merit (to its fate resign'd)Saw scarce one friend to genius left behind,When shining parts did jealous hatred breed,And 'twas a crime in science to succeed,When ignorance spread her hateful mist around,And dunces only an acceptance found.What could such scenes in noble minds beget,But life with pain, and talents with regret?Add that thy spirit from the world retired,Ere hidden foes its further grief conspired;No treacherous friend did stories yet contrive,To blast the Muse he flatter'd when alive,[1]Or sordid printer (by his influence led)Abused the fame that first bestow'd him bread.Slanders so mean, had he whose nicer earAbhorr'd all scandal, but survived to hear,The fraudful tale had stronger scorn supplied,And he (at length) with more disdain had died,But since detraction is the portion hereOf all who virtuous durst, or great, appear,And the free soul no true existence gains,While earthly particles its flight restrains,The greatest favour grimful Death can show,Is with swift dart to expedite the blow.So thought the Dean, who, anxious for his fate,Sigh'd for release, and deem'd the blessing late.And sure if virtuous souls (life's travail past)Enjoy (as churchmen teach) repose at last,There's cause to think, a mind so firmly good,Who vice so long, and lawless power, withstood,Has reach'd the limits of that peaceful shore,Where knaves molest, and tyrants awe, no more;These blissful seats the pious but attain,Where incorrupt, immortal spirits reign.There his own Parnell strikes the living lyre.And Pope, harmonius, joins the tuneful choir;His Stella too, (no more to forms confined,For heavenly beings all are of a kind,)Unites with his the treasures of her mind,With warmer friendships bids their bosoms glow,Nor dreads the rage of vulgar tongues below.Such pleasing hope the tranquil breast enjoys,Whose inward peace no conscious crime annoys;While guilty minds irresolute appear,And doubt a state their vices needs must fear.R——T B——N.Dublin, Nov. 4, 1755.
[Footnote 1: Compare the Earl of Orrery's "Verses to Swift on hisbirthday" (vol. i, 228) with his "Remarks on the Life and writings ofSwift." And seepost, p. 406. The next line refers toFaulkner.—W. E. B.]
The following lines were enclosed in a letter from Mr. Pulteney,(afterwards Earl of Bath,) to Swift, in which he says—"You must give meleave to add to my letter a copy of verses at the end of a declamationmade by a boy at Westminster school on this theme,—Ridentem dicereverum quid vetat?"
Dulce, Decane, decus, flos optime gentis HibernaeNomine quique audis, ingenioque celer:Dum lepido indulges risu, et mutaris in horas,Qur nova vis animi, materiesque rapit?Nunc gravis astrologus, coelo dominaris et astris,Filaque pro libitu Partrigiana secas.Nunc populo speciosa hospes miracula promis,Gentesque aequoreas, akriasque creas.Seu plausum captat queruli persona Draperi,Seu levis a vacuo tabula sumpta cado.Mores egregius mira exprimis arte magister,Et vitam atque homines pagina quaeque sapit;Socraticae minor est vis et sapientia chartae,Nec tantum potuit grande Platonis opus.
While the Dean with more wit than man ever wanted,Or than Heaven to any man else ever granted,Endeavours to prove, how the ancients in knowledgeHave excell'd our adepts of each modern college;How by heroes of old our chiefs are surpass'dIn each useful science, true learning, and taste.While thus he behaves, with more courage than manners,And fights for the foe, deserting our banners;While Bentley and Wotton, our champions, he foils,And wants neither Temple's assistance, nor Boyle's;In spite of his learning, fine reasons, and style,—Would you think it?—he favours our cause all the while:We raise by his conquest our glory the higher,And from our defeat to a triumph aspire;Our great brother-modern, the boast of our days,Unconscious, has gain'd for our party the bays:St. James's old authors, so famed on each shelf,Are vanquish'd by what he has written himself.
Swift, wondrous genius, bright intelligence,Pities the orphan's, idiot's want of sense;And rich in supernumerary pelf,Adopts posterity unlike himself.To one great individual wit's confined!Such eunuchs never propagate their kind.Thus nature's prodigies bestow the giftsOf fortune, their descendants are no Swifts.When did prime statesman, for a sceptre fitHis ministerial successor beget?No age, no state, no world, can hope to seeTwo SWIFTS or WALPOLES in one family.
Thy mortal part, ingenious Swift! must die,Thy fame shall reach beyond mortality!How puny whirlings joy at thy decline,Thou darling offspring of the tuneful nine!The noblelionthus, as vigour passes,The fable tells us, is abused byasses.
Ornamented with an Engraving of the Dean, by Vertue.In a little dark room at the back of his shop,Where poets and scribes have dined on a chop,Poor Faulkner sate musing alone thus of late,"Two volumes are done—it is time for the plate;Yes, time to be sure;—but on whom shall I callTo express the great Swift in a compass so small?Faith,Vertueshall do it, I'm pleased at the thought,Be the cost what it will—the copper is bought."Apollo o'erheard, (who as some people guess,Had a hand in the work, and corrected the press;)And pleased, he replied, "Honest George, you are right,The thought was my own, howsoe'er you came by't.For though both the wit and the style is my gift,'Tis VERTUE alone can design us a SWIFT."
A sore disease this scribbling itch is!His Lordship, in his Pliny seen,[1]Turns Madam Pilkington in breeches,And now attacks our Patriot Dean.What! libel his friend when laid in ground:Nay, good sir, you may spare your hints,His parallel at last is found,For what he writes George Faulkner prints.Had Swift provoked to this behaviour,Yet after death resentment cools,Sure his last act bespoke his favour,He built an hospital—for fools.[Footnote 1: Lord Orrery translated the letters of the youngerPliny.—Scott.]
Delany, to escape your friend the Dean,And prove all false that Orrery had writ,You kindly own his Gulliver profane,Yet make his puns and riddles sterling wit.But if for wrongs to Swift you would atone,And please the world, one way you may succeed,Collect Boyle's writings and your own,And serve them as you served THE DEED.
On Faulkner's displaying in his shop the Dean's bust in marble, (nowplaced in the great aisle of St. Patrick's church), while he waspublishing Lord Orrery's Remarks.Faulkner! for once you have some judgment shown,By representing Swift transform'd to stone;For could he thy ingratitude have known,Astonishment itself the work had done!
Intended for a compartment in Dr. Swift's monument, designed byCunningham, on College Green, Dublin.Say, to the Drapier's vast unbounded fame,What added honours can the sculptor give?None.—'Tis a sanction from the Drapier's nameMust bid the sculptor and his marble live.June 4, 1765.
Which gave the Drapier birth two realms contend;And each asserts her poet, patriot, friend:Her mitre jealous Britain may deny;That loss Ikrne's laurel shall supply;Through life's low vale, she, grateful, gave him bread;Her vocal stones shall vindicate him dead.W. B. J. N.1766.
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Wild, i, 225.Bolingbroke, i, 253;his disgust at Oxford's and Swift's levity, ii, 170.Bolton, Archbishop, i, 243.Bossu, i, 271.Boulter, Primate, ii, 277.Boyle, Lord Orrery, ii, 129.Boyle, Viscount Blessington, ii, 129.Brass, nickname for Walpole, i, 226; ii, 204, 224."Break no squares," i, 51;note on, ii, 126.Brent, Mrs., ii, 39.Briareus, ii, 167, 328.Bridewell described, i, 201, 265; ii, 29.Broderick, Lord Middleton, ii, 200.Brydges, Archdeacon of Rochester, i, 284.Brydges, Duke of Chandos, i, 283.Buckley, Samuel, ii, 171.Burgersdicius, ii, 360.Burnet, referred to, i, 188.Bush, Secretary to Lord Berkeley, i, 42.Cambyses, ii, 328.Carey, Walter, ii, 267.Caroline, Queen, the busts in Richmond Hermitage, i, 227;and Dr. Clarke, 337.Carruthers' Pope, i, 283.Carteret, Lord, i, 258;character of, 308, 309;Epistle to, by Delany, 314.Carteret, Lady, Apology to, i, 304.Carthy, Charles, his translations of Horace, ii, 278, 283.Cassandra, ii, 329.Censure, ii, 17.Charles XII of Sweden, i, 140.Chartres, mentioned, i, 191;described, 252.Chesterfield, i, 283.Chesterfield, Lord, letter to Voltaire enclosing Day of Judgment, i, 213."Chesterfield, Life of," referred to, ii, 203.Chetwode MS., referred to, i, 98.Chevy Chase, cited in Baucis and Philemon, i, 65.Church, Swift's love for, ii, 164.Cibber, Colley, i, 129, 255, 266.Clarendon, referred to, i, 188.Clarke, Dr., i, 337.Classics, Greek and Roman authors cited, imitated, and paraphrased:Catullus, i, 295.Cicero, i, 20; ii, 61.Horace, cited, i, 34, 225, 245, 273, 277, 293, 317, 320;ii, 40, 61, 124, 136, 170, 185, 291, 337, 345, 361;imitated, i, 92; ii, 159, 167, 175, 182, 219, 248, 260, 279.Hyginus, ii, 153, 206, 382.Juvenal, i, 75; ii, 343.Lucian, i, 76.Lucretius, i, 137; ii, 60.Martial, i, 75; ii, 287, 296.Ovid, i, 17, 21, 88, 89, 117, 122, 124, 134, 183, 205, 334;ii, 47, 60, 68, 71, 153, 185, 272, 296, 383.Petronius, imitation, i, 148Pliny, "Hist. 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Wild," i, 225.Finch, Mrs., Verses to, as Ardelia, i, 52.Finch, Lord Nottingham, ii, 148, 164.Fitzpatrick, Brigadier, i, 243.Flammeum, i, 204.Flamsteed, i, 113.Flecknoe, i, 275.Fleet Ditch, i, 78, 201;illustration of, referred to, 80.Floyd, Dame, i, 40, 50.Forbes, Lady Catherine, i, 107.Ford, Charles, Verses on, i, 145; ii, 40.Ford, Matthew, i, 145.Forster, "Life of Swift," i, 43, 55;his notes on Baucis and Philemon, 62."Freeholder, The," ii, 189.French, Humphrey, ode from Horace addressed to, ii, 248.Gadbury, i, 113.Garraway's auction room, i, 125.Gaulstown House, described by Delany, i, 136.Gay, "Shepherd's week," i, 83;Epistle to, satirizing Sir R. Walpole, 214;post of gentleman usher offered to, 215;referred to, 104, 273, 322.George I, death of, i, 155;disputes with his son, 331.George II, i, 331; ii, 130.Godolphin, lampoon on, ii, 133;satirized by Pope, 136.Gorgon, ii, 270.Grafton, Lord Lieutenant, ii, 295.Greek play, account of, at Sheridan's school, ii, 326.Grierson, Mrs. Constantia, i, 232.Grimston, i, 275.Guiscard, his attack on Harley, ii, 148.Gulliveriana, cited, Scott's note from, corrected, i, 130.Gulliver's Travels referred to, i, 239.Gyges, story of, i, 20.Hakluyt, ii, 60.Halifax, good, ii, 183.Hamet, Cid, Ben Eng'li, ii, 133.Hamilton's Bawn, described, ii, 101.Harcourt, Lord Chancellor, i, 259; ii, 167.Harding, the printer, i, 163; ii, 288, 292.Harley, Lord Oxford, ii, 159.Harley, Lord, son of Lord Oxford, i, 87.Harris, Mrs. Frances, her Petition, i, 36, 40.Helsham, Dr. Richard, ii, 85, 307, 309, 373.Henley, i, 256.Herostratus, ii, 275.Hill, Birkbeck, "Letters of Swift," i, 43.Hobbes' "Leviathan" referred to, i, 274.Hogarth, i, 265.Holles, Henrietta Cavendish, i, 87.Holyhead, Verses written at, i, 292.Hoppy, Epilogue to benefit of, i, 130.Horace.SeeClassics.Hort, Satire on, i, 241;Epigram on, ii, 297.Houghton, magnificence of, i, 216.Howard, Mrs., her finances, i, 156;Countess of Suffolk, 252, 275.Howth, ii, 381.Hoyle on Quadrille, i, 254."Hudibras," cited, i, 70, 71, 168.Hume, "History of England," i, 318; ii, 222.Hutcheson, Hartley, ii, 273, 274."Intelligencer," Paddy's character of, i, 312."Intelligencer," cited, ii, 227.Ireland, verses to, from Horace, ii, 219.Iris, ii, 329.Ixion, ii, 382.Jackson, Dan, i, 96, 137; ii, 325, 332, 333, 335.Jamaica, referred to, i, 152;a place of exile, 201.Janus, addressed, i, 293; ii, 43.Jason, i, 294.Joan of France, i, 70.Johnson, "Life of Dryden," i, 16;his "Life of Montague," 321;his "Vanity of Human Wishes," 49.Johnson (Mrs.), Stella, i, 82.Jonson, Ben, "Bartholomew Fair," i, 41.Journal to Stella, cited, i, 81, 92; ii, 133.Kendal, Duchess of, ii, 202.Ker, Colonel, ii, 274.King, Dr., Archbishop of Dublin, i, 92, 133;Songs upon, ii, 289;Poem to, 291.King's anecdotes of his own times, ii, 113.Kingsbury, Dr., ii, 297.Kite, Serjeant, Epigram to, ii, 255;Verses to, 256.Knoggin, ii, 321.Kvnigsmark, i, 331; ii, 150, 151.Leigh, Tom, ii, 2.99.Lewis, Lord Oxford's Secretary, ii, 159, 168.Limbo, as a pawn shop, i, 168.Lindsay, i, 182, 187.Lintot, i, 255, 267."Lousiad, The," ii, 70.Macartney, General, ii, 174.Macbeth, cited, i, 199.Macmorrogh, Dermot, mentioned, ii, 222.Maevius, ii, 30.Malahide, famous for oysters, i, 287.Malone, "Life of Dryden," i, 16.Mambrino and Almonte, ii, 153.Manley, Mrs. de la Riviere, ii, 152.Marble Hill, built by Mrs. Howard, i, 155.Market Hill, ii, 89, no, 116.Marlborough, Duke of, ii, 135;satirized as Midas, 153;Elegy on death of, 187.Masham, Mrs., ii, 150.Mather, Charles, ii, 135.Matrimonial advice, i, 210.May Fair, Answer to lines from, i, 54.Maypole, The, ii, 311.Meath, Countess of, i, 85, 299.SeeStopford.Medea, ii, 47.Megaera, i, 224.Merlin's Cave, i, 192.Middleton, Lord Chancellor, ii, 294.Milton, cited, i, 195."Mingere cum bombis," i, 207.Mirmont, Marquis de, i, 157."Mob," Swift's dislike to the word, ii, 141.Montague, i, 321.Montaigne, cited, ii, 194.Montezuma or Mutezuma, ii, 112.Montrose, Marquis of, his epitaph on Charles I, ii, 291, 395.Moor Park, i, 8, 27.Moore, Jemmy, i, 253, 254.Morgan, Marcus Antonius, ii, 270.Mounthermer, daughter of Duke of Marlborough, i, 147."Naboth's Vineyard," Swift's garden, ii, 132.Namby Pamby, i, 288; ii, 254.Narcissus, ii, 364.Nero, his wish cited, ii, 194.New style, ii, 151.Nicknames of Lady Acheson, 94, 95, 106.Nightingale, the, i, 341.Northey, Sir Edward, ii, 167.Notes and Queries, cited, i, 153, 291.Nottingham, Earl of, ii, 148;invitation to, from Toland, 156."Orlando Furioso," cited, ii, 154.Ormond, Duke of, ii, 143.Ormond Quay, ii, 42.O'Rourke's Irish Feast, i, 107.Orrery, Earl of, his account of "Death and Daphne," ii, 54;his remarks on the "Life of Swift," 402, 406.Oudenarde, Dutch account of, ii, 130.Overton, ii, 360.Ovid.SeeClassics.Oxford, Lord Treasurer, as Atlas, ii, 147, 167;verses sent to him in the Tower, 182.Pallas and Arachne, referred to, i, 134.Pam, Archbishop of Tuam, ii, 297.SeeHort."Pantheon, The," account of, ii, 97.Parliament in Ireland, i, 263.Parthenope, ii, 60.Partridge, i, 74, 113.Pearce, architect, i, 338.Peleus, referred to, i, 205.Pella, i, 334.Percy, "Reliques of English poetry," i, 71.Peterborough, Pope's verses on, i, 48.Phaethon, story of, ii, 184.Phalanx, ii, 325.Phillips, Ambrose, i, 83, 288.Physicians, College of, ii, 55.Piddle with, to, sense of, ii, 41.Pilkington, Sir Thomas, ii, 176.Pilkingtons, the, i, 232, 247.Planchi, costume, i, 67.Pluck a rose, i, 203; ii, 121.Pope, cited or referred to, i, 34, 104, 191, 192, 216, 217, 247, 322.Prendergast, Sir Thomas, ii, 235, 260, 266.Priapus, ii, 337.Prior, his "Journey to France," i, 103.Prometheus, i, 277.Pulteney, Earl of Bath, i, 253; ii, 250.Pythagoras, precept of, i, 206.Queensberry, Duke and Duchess of, i, 215, 273.Rapparees, i, 185, 263.Rathfarnam, ii, 364.Raymond, Dr., Minister of Trim, i, 82."Rehearsal, The," i, 28, 43, 44.Richmond Hermitage, i, 227. 228.Richmond Lodge, i, 155.Riding, description of a, i, 153.Rochfort, George, ii, 298.SeeTrifles.Roper, Abel, ii, 173.Rymer, i, 271.St. Patrick's Well, i, 319; ii. 221.Salerno, School of Medicine, i, 207.Salmoneus, ii, 206.Savage, Philip, ii, 119.Sawbridge, Dean, i, 189."Schola Salernitana," i, 207.Scroggs, i, 261.Sharpe, Dr. John, Archbishop of York, ii, 163.Sheridan, "Life of Swift," ii, 169.Sherlock, i, 165.Sican, Dr. J., i, 280.Sican, Mrs., i, 282.Singleton, ii, 253.Smedley, Dean, i, 317, 345, 348, 350.Smollett, ii, 130.Smythe, i, 276.Somers, ii, 167, 178.Somerset, Duchess of, satire on, ii, 150, 165.Sot's Hole, ii, 365."Spectator, The," ii, 287.State Trials, ii, 196.Steele, i, 322; ii, 171, 175.Sterne, Bishop of Clogher, i, 98.Stopford, Dorothy, i, 85.Strand, the, ii, 311.Suckling, Sir John, ii, 129.Suffolk, Countess of, i, 155.Swift, his ill-feeling to Dryden, i, 16, 43, 272;his love for Congreve, 24;his regard for Temple, 29, 32;terms his own calling atrade, 39;his quarrel with Lord Berkeley, 42;his regard for Delany, 93, 304, 314, 339;his deafness, 149;"now deaf, 1740," ii, 49;his hatred of Tighe, i, 186; ii, 227, 235, 239;Ireland, a place of exile, i, 261;his schemes for effecting a change to England, ii, 168;and Serjeant Bettesworth, ii, 252, 254, 256.Sylla, ii, 71.Symmachus, i, 316.Tar water, Fielding's use of, i, 166."Tatler, The," i, 28, 78, 103, 129.Telling noses, horse dealer's term, i, 216.Tennison, Bishop of Ossory, ii, 246.Thatched House Tavern, i, 146.Tholsel, the, ii, 276.Throp, Roger, ii, 268.Tiger, the lap dog, ii, 50, 51.Tighe, Richard, i, 186; ii, 226;(Pistorides, Dick Fitzbaker), 235, 236, 237, 238, 268.Tisdall, ii, 368."Toast, The," ii, 297.Toupees, wigs then in fashion, i, 233.Trapp, Dr., i, 103.Trisilian, i, 261.Troynovant, i, 272.Umbo, ii, 325.Urbs intacta manet, ii, 286, 287.Vanbrugh, his indebtedness to Molihre, i, 59;"architect at Blenheim," 74; ii, 287.Vanessa, Hester Vanhomrigh, ii, 1, 23, 24, 25.Van Lewen, Mrs., i, 232.Vespasian, ii, 273.Vespuccio, ii, 60.Virgil.SeeClassics.Voiture, poet and letter writer, i, 94, 95, 96.Vole, the, i, 254.Voltaire, Charles XII, i, 49.Wall, Archdeacon, i. 81.Waller, John, ii, 268.Walpole, Horace, his fable of "Funeral of the Lioness," cited, , 227;his Reminiscences cited, ii, 278.Walpole, Sir Robert, i, 253, 337.Walter Peter, character of, i, 217.Waters, properly Walter, i, 217.Welsted, i, 272.Wharton, Earl of, character of, ii, 128, 132, 146, 183.Wheatley's "London past and present," cited, i, 201.Wheeler, Sir George, great traveller, i, 167.Whig faction, i, 259.Whitshed, Chief Justice, i, 261; ii, 192, 200, 217, 218.Wild, Jonathan, i, 164.Wilks, actor, i, 129.Williams, Sir Chas. Hanbury, cited, i, 217, 219.Will's coffee-house, i, 28, 267, 272.Wilmington, Earl of, i, 219; ii, 224.SeeCompton.Winchelsea, Countess of, i, 52.Wollaston, i, 256.Wood, i, 260;and his halfpence, ii, 201, 203, 205, 206, 207, 209, 211, 215, 218.Woolston, account of, i, 188, 256.Wynne, Owen, ii, 269; John, ii, 269.Xanti (Xantippe), ii, 378.Young, his satires, i, 264;his pension, 273.