him a fire, but he had picked the coals off. He said in one of his letters, "Wealth is liberty; and liberty is a blessing fittest for a philosopher. Gay is a slave just by two thousand pounds too little." In another letter he said that he could not afford to make any abatement in his liberalities. And he said to Pope, "Your wants are so few that you need not be rich to supply them; and my wants are so many that a king's seven millions of guineas would not support me."

Here I leave Swift for the present, trusting that in this volume of his writings not his wit only but his worth may be made known widely. But we will look yet more nearly at Swift, by gathering some day into another of these volumes other writings that will show his life's work from another point of view.

CARISBROOKE, January 1888.

H. M.

THE LITTLE LEGACIES

IN SWIFT'S WILL.

I leave, moreover, to the said Martha [Whiteway], my repeating gold watch, my yellow tortoiseshell snuff-box, and her choice of four gold rings, out of seven which I now possess.

Item: I bequeath to Mrs. Mary Swift, alias Harrison, daughter of the said Martha, my plain gold watch made by Quare, to whom also I give my Japan writing-desk, bestowed to me by my lady Worsley, my square tortoiseshell snuff-box, richly lined and inlaid with gold, given to me by the right honourable Henrietta, now countess of Oxford, and the seal with a pegasus, given to me by the countess of Granville. Item: I bequeath to Mr. Ffolliot Whiteway, eldest son of the aforesaid Martha, who is bred to be an attorney, the sum of sixty pounds, as also five pounds to be laid out in the purchase of such law books as the honourable Mr. Justice Lyndsay, Mr. Stannard, or Mr. M‘Aulay shall judge proper for him.

Item: I bequeath to Mr. John Whiteway, youngest son of the said Martha, who is to be brought up a surgeon, the sum of one hundred

pounds, in order to qualify him for a surgeon, but under the direction of his mother: which said sum of one hundred pounds is to be paid to Mrs. Whiteway, in behalf of her said son John, out of the arrears which shall be due to me from my church livings (except those of the deanery tithes, which are now let to the rev. Doctor Wilson) as soon as the said arrears can be paid to my executors. I also leave the said John five pounds to be laid out in buying such physical or chirurgical books, as Doctor Grattan and Mr. Nichols shall think fit for him.

Item: I bequeath to Mrs. Ann Ridgeway, now in my family, the profits of the leases of two houses let to John Cownly, for forty years, of which only eight or nine are expired, for which the said Cownly payeth me nine pounds sterling for rent, yearly. I also bequeath to the said Anne, the sum of one hundred pounds sterling, to be paid her by my executors in six weeks after my decease, out of whatever money or bank bills I may possess when I die; as also three gold rings, the remainder of the seven above-mentioned, after Mrs. Whiteway hath made her choice of four and all my small pieces of plate not exceeding in weight one ounce and one-third part of an ounce.

Item: I bequeath to my dearest friend Alexander Pope of Twickenham, esq. my picture in miniature, drawn by Zinck, of Robert late Earl of Oxford.

Item: I leave to Edward now Earl of Oxford, my seal of Julius Cæsar, as also another seal, supposed to be a young Hercules, both very choice antiques, and set in gold; both which I choose to bestow to the said earl, because they belonged to her late most excellent Majesty queen Anne, of ever glorious, immortal, and truly pious. memory, the real nursing mother of her kingdoms.

Item: I leave to the reverend Mr. James Stopford, vicar of Finglass, my picture of king Charles the First, drawn by Vandyck, which was given to me by the said James; also, my large picture of birds, which was given to me by Thomas earl of Pembroke.

Item: I bequeath to the reverend Mr. Robert Grattan, prebendary of St. Audoen's, my gold bottlescrew, which he gave me, and my strong box, on condition of his giving the sole use of the said box to his brother Dr. James Grattan, during the life of the said Doctor, who hath more occasion for it, and the second best beaver hat I shall die possessed of.

Item: I bequeath to Mr. John Grattan, prebendary of Clonmethan, my silver box in which the freedom of the city of Cork was presented

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to me; in which I desire the said John to keep the tobacco he usually cheweth, called pigtail.

Item: I bequeath all my horses and mares to the reverend Mr. John Jackson, vicar of Santry, together with all my horse furniture : lamenting that I had not credit enough with any chief governor (since the change of times) to get some additional church preferment for so virtuous and worthy a gentleman. I also leave him my third best beaver hat.

Item: I bequeath to the reverend Doctor Francis Wilson, the works of Plato in three folio volumes, the earl of Clarendon's History in three folio volumes, and my best Bible; together with thirteen small Persian pictures in the drawing-room, and the small silver tankard given to me by the contribution of some friends, whose names are engraved at the bottom of the said tankard.

Item: I bequeath to the earl of Orrery the enamelled silver plates to distinguish bottles of wine by, given to me by his excellent lady, and the half-length picture of the late countess of Orkney in the drawing-room.

Item: I bequeath to Alexander M‘Aulay, esq. the gold box in which the freedom of the city of Dublin was presented to me, as a testimony of the esteem and love I have for him on account of his great learning, fine natural parts, unaffected piety and benevolence, and his truly honourable zeal in defence of the legal rights of the clergy, in opposition to all their unprovoked oppressors.

Item: I bequeath to Deane Swift, esq. my large silver standish, consisting of a large silver plate, an ink-pot, a sand-box and bell of the same metal.

Item: I bequeath to Mrs. Mary Barber the medal of queen Anne and prince George, which she formerly gave me.

Item: I leave to the reverend Mr. John Worrall, my best beaver hat.

Item: I bequeath to the reverend Doctor Patrick Delany my medal of queen Anne in silver, and on the reverse the bishops of England kneeling before her most sacred majesty.

Item: I bequeath to the reverend Mr. James King, prebendary of Tipper, my large gilded medal of king Charles the First, and on the reverse a crown of martyrdom with other devices

HORACE.

BOOK I. EP. VII.

ADDRESSED TO THE EARL OF OXFORD.

(1713.)

HARLEY, the nation's great support, Returning home one day from court (His mind with public cares possessed, All Europe's business in his breast), Observed a parson near Whitehall Cheapening old authors on a stall. The priest was pretty well in case, And showed some humour in his face, Looked with an easy, careless mien, A perfect stranger to the spleen; Of size that might a pulpit fill, But more inclining to sit still. My lord (who, if a man may say it, Loves mischief better than his meat) Was now disposed to crack a jest, And bid friend Lewis 1 go in quest (This Lewis is a cunning shaver, And very much in Harley's favour), In quest who might this parson be, What was his name, of what degree; If possible, to learn his story,

And whether he were Whig or Tory.

Erasmus Lewis, Esq., the Treasurer s secretary.-Nichols.

Lewis his patron's humour knows,
Away upon his errand goes,

And quickly did the matter sift ;
Found out that it was Doctor Swift,
A clergyman of special note

For shunning those of his own coat;
Which made his brethren of the gown

Take care betimes to run him down;
No libertine, nor over-nice,

Addicted to no sort of vice;

Went where he pleased, said what he thought;

Not rich, but owed no man a groat:

In state opinions à la mode,

He hated Wharton like a toad,

Had given the faction many a wound,
And libelled all the junto round;

Kept company with men of wit,

Who often fathered what he writ;

His works were hawked in every street,

But seldom rose above a sheet;

Of late indeed the paper stamp

Did very much his genius cramp,
And since he could not spend his fire,
He now intended to retire.

Said Harley, "I desire to know
From his own mouth if this be so;
Step to the Doctor straight and say,
I'd have him dine with me to-day."
Swift seemed to wonder what he meant,
Nor would believe my lord had sent;
So never offered once to stir,

But coldly said, "Your servant, sir!"
"Does he refuse me?" Harley cried.
"He does, with insolence and pride."

Some few days after, Harley spies The Doctor fastened by the eyes