The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, D.D., Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin, Volume 15
J. Johnson, J. Nichols, R. Baldwin, Otridge and Son, J. Sewell, F. and C. Rivington, T. Payne, R. Faulder, G. and J. Robinson, R. Lea, J. Nunn, W. Cuthell, T. Egerton, ... [and 12 others], 1801
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Page 9 - I expected every great minister who honoured me with his acquaintance, if he heard or saw any thing to my disadvantage, would let me know in plain words, and not put me in pain to guess by the change or coldness of his countenance or behaviour; for it -was what I would hardly bear from a crowned head ; and I thought no subject's favour was worth it; and that I designed to let my lord keeper and Mr Harley know the same thing-, that they might use me accordingly.
Page 33 - tis often very pretty. Yesterday it was made of a noble hint I gave him long ago for his Tatlers, about an Indian supposed to write his travels into England. I repent he ever had it. I intended to have written a book on that subject. I believe he has spent it all in one paper, and all the under hints there are mine too ; but I never see him or Addison.
Page 336 - I could not be spared, which was true. They have removed the poor Duchess to a lodging in the neighbourhood, where I have been with her two hours, and am just come away. I never saw so melancholy a scene ; for indeed all reasons for real grief belong to her ; nor is it possible for anybody to be a greater loser in all regards. She has moved my very soul.
Page 365 - Betty, and all was well. There is something of farce in all these mournings, let them be ever so serious. People will pretend to grieve more than they really do, and that takes off "from their true grief.
Page 79 - Farewell, my dearest lives and delights, I love you better than ever, if possible, as hope saved, I do, and ever will. God Almighty bless you ever, and make us happy together ; I pray for this twice every day; and I hope God will hear my poor hearty prayers.
Page 352 - ... the ministers than any other people. Steele I have kept in his place. Congreve I have got to be used kindly, and secured. Rowe I have recommended, and got a promise of a place. Philips I should certainly have provided for, if he had not run party mad, and made me withdraw my recommendation. I set Addison so right at first, that he might have been employed, and have partly secured him the place he has ; yet I am worse used by that faction than any man.
Page 103 - Mr. Secretary was a perfect country gentleman at Buckleberry ; he smoked tobacco with one or two neighbours ; he inquired after the wheat in- such a field ; he went to visit his hounds, and knew all their names ; he and his lady saw me to my chamber just in the country fashion.
Page 12 - I have been used barbarously by the late ministry; I am a little piqued in honour to let people see I am not to be despised. The assurances they give me, without any scruple or provocation, are such as are usually believed in the world; they may come to nothing, but the first opportunity that offers, and is neglected, I shall depend no more, but come away.
Page 184 - I'd make you walk ; I would walk behind or before you, and you should have masks on, and be tucked up like any thing ; and Stella is naturally a stout walker, and carries herself firm ; methinks I see her strut, and step clever over a kennel ; and Dingley would do well enough if her petticoats were pinned up ; but she is so embroiled, and so fearful, and then Stella scolds, and Dingley stumbles, and is so daggled. Have you got the whalebone petticoats among you yet ? I hate them ; a woman here may...