III. TO MR LEMUEL GULLIVER, THE GRATEFUL ADDRESS OF THE UNHAPPY HOUYHNHNMS, T thee, we wretches of the Houyhnhnm band, O happy Yahoo, purg'd from human crimes, Art thou the first who did the coast explore; Which own'd, would all their sires and sons disgrace. You, like the Samian, visit lands unknown, And by their wiser morals mend your own. Thus Orpheus travell'd to reform his kind, Came back, and tamed the brutes he left behind. You went, you saw, you heard: with virtue fought, Then spread those morals which the Houyhnhnms taught. With what reluctance do we lawyer's bear, O would the stars, to ease my bonds, ordain, HOUYHNHNM. 1 20 30 35 IV. MARY GULLIVER TO CAPTAIN LEMUEL GULLIVER. AN EPISTLE. ARGUMENT. THE Captain, some time after his return, being retired to Mr Sympson's in the country, Mrs Gulliver, apprehending from his late behaviour some estrangement of his affections, writes him the following expostulating, soothing, and tenderly complaining epistle. WELC WELCOME, thrice welcome, to thy native place! And wak'd, and wish'd whole nights for thy return? What Redriff wife so long hath kept her vows? 5 10 The honest number that you left behind. Why start you? are they snakes? or have they claws? Not touch me! never neighbour call'd me slut: 15 20 25 30 Some say the devil himself is in that Mare: Some think you mad, some think you are possess'd; 35 That straw, that straw, would heighten the disease. 40 Alone I press; in dreams I call my dear, Three shillings cost the first, the last seven groats; Others bring goods and treasure to their houses, Something to deck their pretty babes and spouses; My only token was a cup like horn, That's made of nothing but a lady's corn. 'Tis not for that I grieve; no, 'tis to see The Groom and Sorrel Mare preferr'd to me! These, for some moments when you deign to quit, And (at due distance) sweet discourse admit, 'Tis all my pleasure thy past toil to know, For pleased remembrance builds delight on woe. At every danger pants thy consort's breast, And gaping infants squall to hear the rest. How did I tremble, when, by thousands bound, I saw thee stretch'd on Lilliputian ground? When scaling armies climb'd up every part, Each step they trod, I felt upon my heart. But when thy torrent quench'd the dreadful blaze, King, queen, and nation, staring with amaze, Full in my view how all my husband came, And what extinguish'd theirs, increas'd my flame. Those Spectacles, ordain'd thine eyes to save, Were once my present; Love that armour gave. How did I mourn at Bolgolam's decree! For when he sign'd thy death, he sentenc'd me. When folks might see thee all the country round For sixpence, I'd have giv'n a thousand pound. Lord! when the Giant-babe that head of thine Got in his mouth, my heart was up in mine! When in the Marrow-bone I see thee ramm'd; Or on the house-top by the Monkey cramm'd, The piteous images renew my pain, And all thy dangers I weep o'er again. But on the Maiden's Nipple when you rid, Pray Heav'n, 'twas all a wanton maiden did! Glumdalclitch too-with thee I mourn her case: Heav'n guard! the gentle girl from all disgrace! O may the king that one neglect forgive, And pardon her the fault by which I live! Was there no other way to set him free? My life, alas! I fear proved death to thee. O teach me, dear, new words to speak my flame! Or Glumglum's humbler title soothe thy ear: To hymn harmonious Houyhnhnm through the nose, LINES ON SWIFT'S ANCESTORS. [SWIFT set up a plain monument to his grandfather, and also presented a cup to the church of Goodrich, or Gotheridge (in Herefordshire). He sent a pencilled elevation of the monument (a simple tablet) to Mrs Howard, who returned it with the following lines, inscribed on the drawing by Pope. The paper is endorsed, in Swift's hand: 'Model of a monument for my grandfather, with Pope's roguery.' Scott's Life of Swift.] In this church he has put FROM THE GRUB-STREET JOURNAL. [THIS Journal was established in January, 1730, and carried on for eight years by Pope and his friends, in answer to the attacks provoked by the Dunciad. It corresponds in some measure to the Xenien of Goethe and Schiller. Only such pieces are here inserted as bear Pope's distinguishing signature A.; several others are probably his.] I. Occasioned by seeing some sheets of Dr Bentley's edition of Milton's Paradise Lost2. DT Milton's prose, O Charles, thy death defend? 1 Goodrich, or Gotheridge, in Herefordshire, where Swift had erected a monument to his grandfather, presenting a cup to the church at the same time. Scott. 2 [Cf. Dunciad, Bk. IV. v. 212. 'Milton's prose' is the Defensio pro populo Anglicano &c. of 1649; and the Defensio Secunda of 1654.] On Milton's verse does Bentley comment?-Know While he but sought his Author's fame to further, II. EPIGRAM. SHOULD 'D--s1 print, how once you robb'd your brother, Say, what revenge on D- -s can be had; On Mr M III. MR J. M. SE.2 Catechised on his One Epistle to Mr Pope. WHAT makes you write at this odd rate? What makes you steal and trifle so? Why, 'tis to do as others do. But there's no meaning to be seen. Why, that's the very thing I mean. IV. EPIGRAM -re's going to law with Mr Gilliver: inscribed to ONCE in his life M-re judges right: His sword and pen not worth a straw, A gentleman that dares not fight, Has but one way to tease-by law. This suit, dear Tibbald, kindly hatch; Thus thou may'st help the sneaking elf; And sure a printer is his match, |