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You tell me you like the sound of no Arms but those of Achilles : For my part I like them as littie as the others. I listed myself in the Battles of Homer, and I am no sooner in War, but, like most other Folks, I wish myself out again. : I heartily join with you in wishing Quiet to our native Country; Quiet in the State, which, like Charity in Religion, is too much the Perfection and Happiness of either, to be broken or violated on any Pretence or Prospect whatsoever : Fire and Sword, and Fire and Faggot, are equally my Averfion. I can pray for opposite Parties, and for opposite Religions, with great Sincerity. I think to be a Lover of one's Country is a glorious Elogy, but I do not think it so great an one, as to be à Lover of Mankind.

Mr and I sometimes celebrate you under these Denominations, and join your Health with that of the whole World ; a truly Catholic Health ; which far excels the poor narrow-fpirited, ridicu- . lous Healths now in Fashion, to this Church, op that Church: Whatever our Teachers may fay, they must give us leave at least to wish generously. These, dear Sir, are my general Dispositions, but whenever I pray or wish for Particulars, you are one of the first in the Thoughts and Affections of

Your, &c.

Sir W. TRUMBULL'S Answer.

Jan. 19, 1715-16. I should be asham’d of my long Idleness, in not ac

knowledging your kind Advice about Echo, and your most ingenious Explanation of it, relating to


popular Tumults; which I own to be very useful: and yet give me leave to tell you, that I keep myself to a shorter Receipt of the fame Pythagoras, which is Silence; and this I shall observe, if not the whole Time of his Discipline, yet at least till your return into this country. I am oblig'd further to this method, by the most severe Weather I ever felt; when tho* I keep as near by the Fire as may be, yet gelidus concrevit frigore Sanguis: And often I apprehend the Circulation of the Blood begins to be stopp'd. I have further great losses (to a poor Farmer) of my poor Oxen Intereunt pecudes, ftant circumfufa pruinis Corpora Magna Boum, &c.

Pray comfort me if you can, by telling me that your fecond Volume of Homer is not frozen; for it must be exprefs'd very poetically to fay now, that the Presses feat.

I cannot forbear to add a piece of Artifice I have been guilty of, on occasion of my being obliged to congratulate the Birth-day of a Friend of mine: When finding I had no Materials of my own, I very frankly sent him your Imitation of Martial's Epigram on Antonius primus.* This ras been applauded so much, that I am in danger of commencing Poet, perhaps Laureat, (pray delire my good Friend Mr Rowe to enter a Caveat) provided you will further increase

*Jam numerat placido felix. Antonius ævo, &ç.

Sir William Trumbull was born at Eafthanfled in Berkshire : He was Fellow of All Souls College in Oxford, follow'd the Study of the Civil Law, and was sent, by. King Charles the Second, Judge-Advocate to Tangier, thence Envoy to Florence, Turin, &c. and in his way back, Envoy. Extraordinary to France : from thence, sent by King James the Second Ambassador to the Ottoman Porte. Afterwards he was made Lord of the Treasury, then Secretary of State with the Duke of Shrewsbury, which Office he refign’d in 1697. He retir’d to Eafkamfied, in Windfor Foreft, and died in the Place of his Nativity in December, 1716, aged 77 Years. Our Author celebrated that Rea tirement in his Poem on the Forest, and addrett to him his first Partce gal at 16 Years of Ager


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my Stock in this Bank. In which proceeding I have laid the Foundation of my Estate, and as honestly as many others have hegun theirs. But now being a little Tender, as young beginners often are, I offer to you (for I have concealed the true Author) whether you will give me Orders to declare who is the Father of this fine Child, or not? Whatever you determine, my Fingers, Pen, and Ink are so frozen, that I cannot thank you more at large. You will forgive this and all other Faults of, Dear Sir,

Your, &c.

To Mr J ERVAS in Ireland.

JULY 9. 1716. as you rightly remark, I pay my Tax but once in half a Year, yet you Thall see by this Letter upon the neck of my last, that I pay a double Tax, as we Non-Jurors ought to do. Your ACquaintance on this side the Sea are under terrible Apprehensions, from your long long stay in Ireland, that you may grow too Polite for them; for we think (since the great Success of fo damn'd a Play as the Non-Juror) that Politeness is gone over the Water. But others are of Opinion it has been longer among you, and was introduced much about the fame Time with Frogs, and with equal Success. Poor Poetry! the little that's left of it here longs to cross the Seasy and leave Eufden in full and peaceable Possession of the British I.aurel : And we begin to wish you had the Singing of our Poets, as well as the Croaking of our Frogs, to yourfelves in Sæcula Sæculorum. It would be well in exchange, if Parnelle, and two or three more of your Swans, would come hither,


especially that Swan, who like a true Modern one, does not fing at all, Dr Swift. I ain (like the rest of the World) a Sufferer by his Idlenels. Indeed I hate that any Man should be idle, while I must Translate and Comment: And I may the more fincerely wish for good Poetry from others, because I am become a Person out of the Question; for a Translator is no more a Poet, than a Taylor is a Man.

You are doubtless persuaded of the Validity of that famous Verse,

'Tis Expectation makes a Blessing dear.

but why would you make your Friends fonder of you than they are? There's no manner of need of it We begin to expect you no more than Anti-chrit. A Man that hath abfented himself fo long from his Friends, ought to be put into the Gazette.

Every Body here has great need of you. Many Faces have died for ever for want of your

Pencil, and blooming Ladies have wither'd in expecting your return.

Even Frank and Betty (that constant Pair) cannot confole themselves for your Absence ; I fancy they will be forced to make their own Picture in a pretty Babe, before you come home: 'Twill be a noble Subject for a Family Piece. Come then, and having peopled Ireland with a World of beautiful Shadows, come to us, and fee with that Eye (which, like the Eye of the World, creates Beauties by looking on them) see, I say, how-England has altered the Airs of all it's Heads in your Absence; and with what sneaking City Attitudes our most celebrated Personages appear in the meer mortal Works of our Painters.

Mr Fortescue is much your's; Gay commemorates you; and lastly (to climb by just Steps and Degrees


my Lord Burlington desires you may be put in mind of him. His Gardens flourish, his Structures rise, his Pictures arrive, and what is far nobler and more valuable than all) his own good Qualities daily extend themselves to all about him: Whereof, I, the meanelt, (next to fome Italian Chymists, Fidlers, Bricklayers, and Opera-makers) am a living Instance.

To the same.

Nov. 14. 1716. IF I had not done my utmoft to lead my Life fo

pleasantly as to forget all Misfortunes, I should tell you I reckoned your

Absence no fmall one; but I hope you have also had many good and pleasant Reasons to forget your Friends on this side the World. If a wish could transport me to you, and your prefent Companions, I could do the fame. Dr Swift, I believe, is a very good Landlord, and a chearful Hoft at his own Table; I suppofe he has perfectly learnt himself, what he has taught so many others, Rupta non infanire lagena. Else he would not make a proper Hoft for your humble Servant, who (you know) tho' he drinks a Glafs as seldom as any Man, contrives to break one as often. But 'tis a Consolation to me, that I can do this, and many other Enormities, under my own Roof.

- But that you and I are upon equal Terms of all friendly Laziness, and have taken an inviolable Oath to each other, always to do what we will; I should reproach you for so long aSilence. The best Amends you can make for saying nothing to me, is by saying all the good you can of me, which is, that I heartily Love and efteem the Dean, and Dr Parnelle.'


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