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Letters, Written by the Late Jonathan Swift, D. D. (3); Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin, and Several of His Friends: From the Year 1703 to 1740
Letters Written by the Late Jonathan Swift D D Dean of St Patrick's Dublin and Several of His Friends From the Year 1703 to 1740 - 3 Author:John Hawkesworth Volume: 3 General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1766 Original Publisher: Printed for T. Davies [and 4 others] Subjects: Literary Collections / Letters Literary Criticism / European / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there ma... more »y be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: P. S. If you have any commands for me, or that you think I may be any ways ufeful in explaining or promoting this fubjecl:, I mall with pleafure obey you ; in which cafe you may direcl: for me, merchant, in London. LETTER CCCXXXI. Lord BOLINGBROKE to Dr. SWIFT. REVEREND AND DEAR SIR, April 12,1734. JL H AV E received yours of the 16th of February very lately ; but have not yet fcen the perfon who brought it, nor am likely to fee him, unlefs he finds me out in my retreat. Our friend Pope is in town, and to him. I fend this letter ; for he tells me, he can forward it to you by the hands of one of our common friends. If I can do Mr. Faulkner any fervice, I mall certainly do it, becaufe I mall catch at any opportunity of pleafing you ; but my help, in a project of fubfcription, will, I fear, avail him little. I live much out the world, and I do not blum to own, that I am out of fafhion in it. My wife, who is extremely obliged to you, for your kind remembrancebrance of her, and who defires me to fay all the fond things from net to you, which I know fhe thinks, enjoys a precarious health, eafily fhook, and fometimes interrupted by fits of fevere pain ; but, upon the whole, much better than it has been thefe five years. I walk down hill eafily and leifurely enough, except when a ftrong difpofition to the jaundice (that I have long carried about me) gives me a move. I guard againft it as well as I can ; the cenfors fay, not as well as I...« less