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The lady looked on this unceremonious manner of asking a favour with distaste, and positively refused him. He faid, she should fing, or he would make her. “ Why, “ Madam, I suppose, you take me for one of your

poor English hedge parsons : fing when I bid you, As the Earl did nothing but laugh at this freedoin, the lady was so vexed, that she burit into tears, and retired.

His first compliment to her when he saw her again, was, “Pray, Madam, are you as proud, and as ill“ natured now, as when I saw you last?" To which The answered, with great good humour, "No, Mr.

" “ Dean; l'll fing for you, if you please.” From

, which time he conceived great efteem for her. But who that knew him would take offence at his blunt. nefs ?

Mrs. Pilkington could not recollect that ever she saw the Dean laugh; perhaps he thought it beneath him; for when any pleasantry past, which might have. excited it, he used to fuck his cheeks to avoid risibility. He used frequently to put her in mind of Shakespear's description of Caffius.

He is a great discerner, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men-
Seldom he smiles, and fmiles in such a fore
As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd'his spirit,
That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.

Jul. Cæfar.
Mrs. Pilkington believed the Dean's early youth did
not promise that bright day of wit which has since en-
hightened the learned would. Whilft he was at the
university of Dublin, he was so far from being distin-
guished for any fuperiority of parts or learning, that he
was stopped of his degree as a dunce. When the heard
the Dean relate this circumstance, she told him, the
supposed he had been idle; but he affirmed to the con-
trary, alluring her he was really dull. Which, if
true, is very furprising,
so I have,” says she,

is often been led to look on the world as a garden, and the human minds as fo ma.

ny plants, fet "by the hand of the great Creator “ for utility and ornament. Thus fome, we fee, carVOL. I. f

ly

great talents

ly produce beautiful blossoms, and as soon fade a-,

way; others, whose gems are more flow in unfold.; * ing, but more permanent when blown; and others, “ again, who, though longer in arriving at perfec

tion, not only bless us then with shade and odour, "s but also with delicious wholesome fruit."

He was a perpetual friend to merit and learning; and utterly incapable of envy; for in true genuine wit, he could fear no rival.

It has been often observed, that where are bestowed, there the strongeit paflions are likewise given. This great man did but too often let them have dominion over him, and that on the most trilling occasions. During meal-times he was evermore in a storm; the meat was always too much or too little done, or the servants had offended in some point, imperceptible to the rest of the company; however, when the cloth was taken away, he made his guests rich amends for the pain he had given. For then

Was truly mingled in the friendly bowl.

The feait of reaion, and the flow of soul. Pope. Yet he preserved strict temperance; for he never drank above half a pint of wine, in every glass of which he mixed water and sugar: yet, if he liked his company, would fit many hours over it, unlocking all the springs of policy, learning, true humour, and inimitable wit.

The following story the Dean told to Mrs. Pilkington.

A clergyman, who was a most learned fine gentleman, but, under the softest and politest appearance, concealed the most turbulent ambition, baving made his merit as a preacher too eminent to be overlooked, had it early rewarded with the mitré. Dr. Swift went to congratulate him on it; but told him, he lioped, as his Lordship was a native of Ireland, and had now a seat in the house of Peers, he would employ his powerful elocution in the scrvice of his difirefled country. The prelate told him, the bilhopric was but a very smali one, and he could not hope for a better, if he did not oblige the conri. Very well,” fay's Swift, “ then it is to be hoped, when you have a better, you will

' become an honest man.” Ay, that I will, Mr.

Dean,” said he. “ Till then, my Lord, farewell," answered Swift. This prelate was twice translated to richer fees; and on every translation, Dr. Swift waited on him to remind him of his promise; but to no promise ; there was now an archbishopric in view, and till that was obtained, nothing could be done. Having in a short time likewise got this, he then sent for the Dean, and told him, “ I am now as the

top of my preferment; for I well know no Irishman “ will ever be made primate ; therefore, as I can rife

no higher in fortune or station, I will zealously

promote the good of my country.” And from that time he commenced a most outrageous patriot.