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“no honour, advantage, or fatisfac“tion of any kind in this world. “ When you consider his ironical and “ humorous, as well as his serious “ schemes, for the promotion of true " religion and virtue; his success in 6 foliciting for the First Fruits and “ Twentieths, to the unspeakable bene« fit of the established Church of Ire5 land ; and his felicity (to rate it no “ higher) in giving occasion to the “ building of fifty new churches in “ London.
“ All this considered, the character “of his life will appear like that of his “ writings; they will both bear to be “ re-considered and re-examined with
“ the utmost attention, and always dif“ cover new beauties and excellencies “ upon every examination.
“ They will bear to be considered as " the sun, in which the brightness will “ hide the blemishes; and whenever pe: “ tulant ignorance, pride, malice, ma“ lignity, or envy, interposes to cloud 6 or fully his fame, I will take upon me “ to pronounce that the eclipse will not “ last long.
“ To conclude—no man ever de“ served better of any country than “ Swift did of his. A steady, perse. 66 vering, inflexible friend'; a wise, a « watchful, and a faithful counsellor, « under many fevere trials and bitter
< persecutions, to the manifest hazard į “ both of his liberty and fortune.
" He lived a blessing, he died a bei «nefactor, and his name will ever live
66 an honour to Ireland.”
IN the Poetical Works of Dr. Swift there is not much upon which the critick can exercise his powers. They are often humourous, almost always light, and have the qualities which recomanend such compofitions, easiness and gaiety. They are, for the most part, what their author intended. The diction is correct, the numbers are smooth, and the rhymes exact. There seldom occurs a hard-laboured expression, or a redundant epithet; all his verses exemplify his own definition of a good style,
they consist of proper words in proper places.
To divide this Collection into classes, and shew how some pieces are gross, and fome are trifling, would be to tell the reader what he knows already, and to find faults of which the author could not be ignorant, who certainly wrote often not to his judgement, but his humour.
It was said, in a Preface to one of the Irish editions, that Swift had never been known to take a fingle thought from any writer, ancient or modern.
This is not literally true; but perhaps no writer can eafily be found that has borrowed so little, or that in all his excel