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silver by me, I desire my Lord Derby's money, deducting your own. And let it be good, if you desire to oblige me, who am not your enemy, and may be your friend,
Let me hear from you as speedily as you can.
JOHN DRYDEN TO HIS SONS.
Sept. the third, our style . DEAR SONS, Being now at Sir William Bowyer's, in the country, I cannot write at large, because I find myself somewhat indisposed with a cold, and am thick of hearing, rather worse than I was in town. I am glad to find, by your letter of July 26th, your style, that you are both in health ; but wonder you should think me so negligent as to forget to give you an account of the ship in which your parcel is to come. I have written to you two or three letters concerning it, which I have sent by safe hands, as I told you; and doubt not but you have them before this can arrive to you. Being out of town, I have forgotten the ship's name, which your mother will inquire, and put it into her letter, which is joined with mine. But the master's pame I remember : he is called Mr. Ralph Thorp; the ship is bound to Leghorn, consigned to Mr. Peter and Mr. Thomas Ball, merchants. I am of your opinion, that by Tonson's means almost all our letters have miscarried for this last year. But, however, he has missed of his design in the dedication, though he had prepared the book for it; for in every figure of Eneas he has caused him to be drawn like King William, with a hooked nose.
After my return to town, I intend to alter a play of Sir Robert Howard's, written long since, and lately put by him into my hands : it is called The Conquest of China by the Tartars. It will cost me six weeks' study, with the probable benefit of a hundred pounds. In the mean time I am writing a Song for St. Cecilia's Feast, who, you know, is the patroness of music. This is troublesome, and no way beneficial ; but I could not deny the stewards of the feast, who came in a body to me to desire that kindness, one of them being Mr. Bridgman, whose parents are your mother's friends. I bope to send you thirty guineas between Michaelmas and Christmas, of which I will give you an account when I come to town. I remember the counsel you give me in your letter ; but dissembling, though lawful in some cases, is not my talent; yet, for your sake, I will struggle against the plain openness of my nature, and keep in my just resentments against that degenerate order. In the mean time, I flatter not myself with any hopes, but do my duty, and suffer for God's sake; being assured, beforehand, never to be rewarded, though the times should alter.-Towards the latter end of this month, September, Charles will begin to recover his perfect health, according to his nativity, which, casting it myself, I am sure is true; and all things hitherto have happened accordingly to the very time that I have pre
dicted them: I hope at the same to recover more health, according to my age. Remember me to poor Harry, whose prayers I earnestly desire. My Virgil succeeds in the world beyond its desert or my expectation. You know the profits might have been more; but neither my conscience nor my honour would suffer me to take them ; but I can never repent of my constancy, since I am thoroughly persuaded of the justice of the cause for which I suffer. It has pleased God to raise up many friends to me amongst my enemies, though they who ought to have been my friends are negligent of me. I am called to dinner, and cannot go on with this letter, which I desire you to excuse, and am your most affectionate father,
JOHN DRYDEN TO JACOB TONSON.
[Dec. 1697.) You were no sooner gone, but I felt in my pocket, and found my Lady Chudleigh's verses ; which this afternoon I gave Mr. Walsh to read in the Coffeehouse. His opinion is the same with mine, that they are better than any which are printed before the book : so thinks also Mr. Wycherly. I have them by me; but do not send them, till I hear from my Lord Clifford, whether my lady will put her name to them or not: therefore I desire they may be printed last of all the copies, and of all the book. I have also written this day to Mr. Chetwood, and let him know that the book is immediately going to the press again, My opinion is, that the printer should begin with the first Pastoral, and print on to the end of the Georgics, or farther, if occasion be, till Dr. Chetwood corrects his preface, which he writes me word is printed very false. You cannot take too great care of printing this edition exactly after my amendments ; for a fault of that nature will disoblige me eternally.
I am glad to hear from all hands, that my Ode is esteemed the best of all my poetry, by all the town: I thought so myself when I writ it; but being old, I mistrusted my own judgment. I hope it has done you service, and will do more. You told me not, but the town says 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, with all their pains. If there be any loose papers left in the Virgil I gave you this morning, look for them, and send them back by my man. I miss not any yet; but 'tis possible some may be left, because I gave you the book in a hurry. I vow to God, if Everingham takes not care of this impression, be shall never print any thing of mine, hereafter; for I will write on, since I find I can.
I desire you to make sure of the three pounds of snuff, the same of which I had one pound from you. When you send it any morning, I will pay you for all together. But this is not the business of this letter. - When you were here, I intended to have sent an answer to poor Charles his letter ; but I had not then the letter which my chirurgeon promised ine, of his advice, to prevent a rupture, which he fears. Now I have the surgeon's answer, which I have enclosed in my letter to my son. This is a business of the greatest consequence in the world : for you know how I love Charles, and therefore I write to you with all the earnestness of a father, that you will procure Mr. Francia to enclose it in his packet this week : for a week lost may be my son's ruin ; whom I intend to send for next summer, without his brother, as I have written him word : and if it please God that I must die of over study, I cannot spend my life better than in saving his. I value not any price for a double letter : let me know it, and it shall be paid : for I dare not trust it by the post : being satisfied by experience, that Ferrand will do by this as he did by two letters which I sent my sons, about my dedicating to the king : of which they received neither. If you cannot go yourself, then send a note to Signior Francia, as earnestly as you can write it, to beg that it may go this day, I mean Friday. I need not tell you how much herein you will oblige your friend and servant,
JOHN DRYDEN TO MRS. STEWARD. MADAM,
Nov. 23, 1698. To take acknowledgments of favours for favours done you, is only yours. I am always on the receiving hand ; and you who have been pleased to be troubled so long with my bad company, instead of forgiving, which is all I could expect, will turn it to a kindness on my side. If your