The Grand Question Debated. Hamilton's Bawn" was a large old house belonging to Sir Arthur Acheson, Bart., ancestor of the Earls of Gosford. His lady was Anne Savage, daughter of an Irish Chancellor of the Exchequer. A merry war, perhaps not always pleasant, was in the habit of passing between her and Swift, in which he bantered her thinness, and Sir Arthur used to take his part. She is the heroine of the witty but coarse verses, beginning― "Sure never did man see To punish my sins Sir Arthur begins, And gives me a wipe The Dean never stops, With rebus and pun." 2 G― d―n me, they bid us reform and repent, &c.-I do not apologize to the reader for repeating these oaths, because Swift's object in recording them was intended for anything but approbation of swearing-a practice which, though accused of having been a swearer himself, he held in special contempt, and officers of the army (it must be added) along with it. He looked upon them as a set of ignorant coxcombs; and, doubtless, too many such persons are to be found mixed with their betters in the service, especially in the regiments raised in the provinces. The reader would be surprised if he knew how much ignorance of common writing and reading was betrayed in communications of country officers with head-quarters. Fielding seems to have had his eye on this passage when he introduced his Ensign Northerton in Tom Jones. It is one of the happiest in Swift's verses; exquisite for its ease, its straightfor wardness, its humor, its succession of pictures, its maid-servant tone of mind. MARY THE COOK-MAID'S LETTER TO DR. SHERIDAN., Well, if ever I saw such another man since my mother bound my head? You a gentleman! marry come up! I wonder where you were bred. I'm sure such words do not become a man of your cloth; I would not give such language to a dog, faith and troth. Yes, you call'd my master a knave: fie, Mr. Sheridan! 'tis a shame name. Knave in your teeth, Mr. Sheridan! 'tis both a shame and a sin ; And the Dean, my master, is an honester man than you and all your kin : He has more goodness in his little finger, than you have in your whole body: My master is a parsonable man, and not a spindle-shank'd hoddy-doddy. Which, and I am sure I have been his servant four years since October, But that's as much as to say, that my master should die before ye: Every one knows that I love to tell truth and shame the devil; I am but a poor servant; but I think gentlefolks should be civil. Besides, you found fault with our victuals one day that you was here: I remember it was on a Tuesday of all days in the year. And Saunders the man says you are always jesting and mocking: I thought my master a wise man, but that man makes him a fool. He would come into our kitchen, and I would pin a dish-clout to his tail. For I write but a sad scrawl; but my sister Marget, she writes better.4 Well, but I must run and make the bed, before my master comes from prayers; And see now, it strikes ten, and I hear him coming up stairs; Whereof I could say more to your verses, if I could write written hand : And so I remain in a civil way, your servant to command, MARY. 3 Mary the Cookmaid's Letter.-Dr. Sheridan, one of Swift's friends and butts, was a schoolmaster of considerable wit and scholarship, and progenitor of a distinguished family, in which genius is hereditary. The closing words of the preceding note will apply still more characteristically to the present effusion. Swift delighted in showing his knowledge of servants, their phraseology, and ways of thinking: or rather, perhaps, it should be said, that he delighted in showing up every species of ignorance and self-importance; for he was equally au fait at the small talk of fine life, or what he called Polite Conversation; of which he has left a record, singular for the quantity of it, and startling, nowadays, when we consider the quality of the speakers. But his satire helped to reform the mode, if it did not very much improve the matter.. Common-mindedness will be commonmindedness always, whether betrayed in the proverbial slang which he drove out of the drawing-room into the kitchen, or in the better-bred common-places of the chatterers of Mrs. Gore. For I write but a sad scrawl; but my sister Marget, she writes better. -This exquisite kind of irrelevancy, which I have no doubt is taken from the life, Swift was fond of. He had used it before with equal, if not greater felicity, in the masterly satire on Nunneries which he contributed to the Tatler (No. 32). See the passage in the Essay at the beginning of this volume, p. 13. ANCIENT DRAMATISTS.5 TO DR. SHERIDAN, Whate'er your predecessor taught us, And think your boys may gather there-hence But as to comic Aristophanes, The rogue too vicious and too pròphane is. I went in vain to look for Eupolis Down in the Strand, just where the New Pole is ;* * The fact may be true, but the rhyme cost me some trouble.-AUTHOR. For I can tell you one thing, that I can Proceed to tragics: first, Euripides Whose moving touches, when they please kill us. To hold out longer in trisyllable. I chose those rhymes out for their difficulty; 5 Ancient Dramatists.-Swift is here emulating the rhymes of Butler. ABROAD AND AT HOME. As Thomas was cudgel'd one day by his wife, He took to the street, and fled for his life: But Tom is a person of honor so nice, Too wise to take counsel, too proud to take warning, Three duels he fought, thrice ventur'd his life; VERSES ON THE DEATH OF DR. SWIFT." As Rochefoucault his maxims drew This maxim, more than all the rest, Would you not wish his laurels cropt? Lies rack'd with pain, and you without : Her end when emulation misses, |