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mon of his, On the excellency of the Christian religion, opposed to Heathen philofophy. “ Christian « wisdom (saith he) is without partiality. It is

not calculated for this or that nation or people, " but the whole race of mankind ; not to the

philofophical schemes, which were narrow and « confined, adapted to their peculiar towns, “ governments, or sects; but in every nation, “ he that feareth God, and worketh righteouf" nefs, is accepted with him. Lastly, It is with“ out hypocrify : It appears to be what it really " is; it is all of a piece. By the doctrines of " the gospel, we are so far from being allowed " to publish to the world those virtues we have

not, that we are commanded to hide, even fromı " ourselves, those we really have, and not to let

our right hand know what our left hand does ; “ unlike several branches of the Heathen wisdom, " which pretended to teach insensibility and in“ difference, magnanimity and contempt of life, “ while at the same time in other parts it belied " its own doctrines."

Several other particulars in Swift's character, and various anecdotes concerning him, will be found in the notes throughout all the first cleven volumes of this work, particularly in the Criticisms prefixed to vols. 1. and 8.


Some particulars concerning Dr SWIFT,

Taken from MRS PILKINGTON's Memoirs.


RS Pilkington's acquaintance with Dr

Swift, commenced from fending him the lines on his birth-day, vol. ix. These the Dean received very kindly, and said, he would see her whenever she pleafed.

A few days after, she was introduced to the Dean in Dr Delany's garden at Delville, by a gentlewoman. He faluted her, and asked the lady, if she was her daughter? The lady smiled, and said, she was Mrs Pilkington.

“ What," says he, “ this poor little child married ! God “ help her, she is early engaged to trouble.” The Dean engaging Mr Pilkington to preach for him at the cathedral next Sunday, invited her, with the rest of the company, to dinner. As the communion is administred every Sunday in St Patrick's church, Mrs Pilkington was charmed to fee with what a becoming piety the Dean performed that holy service, which he had so much at heart, that he wanted not the assistance of the liturgy, but went quite through it without ever looking in the book. He bowed at the table ; which behaviour was censured, as favouring of Popery. But this circumstance may vindicate him from the wicked aspersion of being deemed



an unbeliever, since it is plain he had the utmost reverence for the eucharist. Service being ended, the Dean was surrounded at the church-door, by a croud of poor ; to all of whom he gave charity, except an old woman, who held out a very dirty hand to him. He told her, very gravely, That though she was a beggar, water was not so scarce but she might have waihed her hands. When they came to the deanry, the Dean kindly faluted Mrs Pilkington, and, without allowing her time to sit down, bade her come and see his library; but merrily told Mr Pilkington, who was for following them, that he did not defire his company. Well,” said he to her, “ I have “ brought you here to thew you all the money I got when I was in the ministry ; but don't any

of it.” “I wont indeed, Sir,” said The. So opening a cabinet, he shewed her a parcel of empty drawers: “Bless me,” says he, “the money is flown.” He then opened his bureau, wherein he had a great number of curious trinkets of various kinds, some of which were presented to him by the Earl and Countess of Oxford, Lady Masham, and Lady Betty Germain. At last coming to a drawer filled with medals, he bade her chuse two for herself; but he could not help smiling, when she began to poize them in her hands, chusing them by weight rather than antiquity. At dinner the Dean's behaviour was very huHe placed himself at the head of his

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table, opposite to a great pier glass, so that he could see in the glass whatever the servants did behind him. He was served entirely in plate, with great elegance. But the beef being overroasted, put the company all in confufion. The Dean called for the cook-maid, and ordered her to take the beef down stairs, and do it less. She answered, very innocently, that she could not. “ Why, what sort of a creature are you," says he, to commit a fault which cannot be amend« ed ?" And turning to Mrs Pilkington, he said very gravely, “ That he hoped, as the cook was

a woman of genius, he should, by this manner “ of arguing, be able in about a year's time to "o convince her she had better send


the meat too little than too much done ;" charging the men servants, whenever they imagined the meat was ready, they should take it fpit and all, and bring it up by force, promising to aid them in cafe the cook relisted. Then turning his eye on the looking-glass, he espied the butler opening a bottle of ale; and helping himself to the first glass, he very kindly jumbled the rest together, that his master and guests might all fare alike.

" Ha ! “ friend,” said the Dean, “ Sharp's the word, I find ; you drank my ale, for which I stop “ two shillings of your board wages this week ; " for I fcorn to be outdone in any thing, even “ in cheating.”

Dinner being ended, the Dean thanked Mr Pilkington for his fermon: “ I never,” said he,

“ preached “ preached but'twice in my life ; and then they “ were not fermons, but pamphlets." Mrs Pilkington asked him what might be the subject of them? He told her, they were against Wood's halfpence. Having asked Mr and Mrs Pilkington if they could smoke? and being answered that they did not; “ 'Tis a fign,” said he, "you

were neither of you bred in the university of “ Oxford ; for drinking and smoking are the « first rudiments of learning taught there ; and “ in those two arts, no university in Europe can “ outdo them.” Having asked Mrs Pilkington, if she had


faults? “ Pray, Mr Dean,” said Dr Delany, “ why will you be so unpolite as to

suppose Mrs Pilkington has any faults ?” “ I'll “ tell you," replied the Dean; “ whenever I see “ a number of agreeable qualities in a person, I

am always sure they have bad ones sufficient to “ poize the scale.” Mrs Pilkington bowed, and told him, he did her great honour; in that copying Bishop Berkeley, whom she had frequently heard declare, That when any speech was made to him, which might be construed either into a compliment, or an affront, or that had two handles, he always took hold of the best.

The Dean then afked Mrs Pilkington, if the were a Queen, what she would chuse to have after dinner? She anfwered, “ Your conversa“tion, Sir?” Toch !” faid he, “I mean, what

regale ?" “ A dish of coffee, Sir,” answered fhe. " Why then," said he, 56 I will so far

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