LETTER 64.[1]
LONDON, May 16 [1713].
I had yours, No. 40, yesterday. Your new Bishop acts very ungratefully. I
cannot say so bad of it as he deserved. I begged at the same post his warrant
and mine went over, that he would leave those livings to my disposal. I shall
write this post to him to let him know how ill I take it. I have letters to
tell me that I ought to think of employing some body to set the tithes of the
deanery. I know not what to do at this distance. I cannot be in Ireland
under a month. I will write two orders; one to Parvisol, and t'other to
Parvisol, and a blank for whatever fellow it is whom the last Dean employed;
and I would desire you to advise with friends which to make use of: and if
the latter, let the fellow's name be inserted, and both act by commission. If
the former, then speak to Parvisol, and know whether he can undertake it. I
doubt it is hardly to be done by a perfect stranger alone, as Parvisol is. He
may perhaps venture at all, to keep up his interest with me; but that is
needless, for I am willing to do him any good, that will do me no harm. Pray
advise with Walls and Raymond, and a little with Bishop Sterne for form. Tell
Raymond I cannot succeed for him to get that living of Moimed. It is
represented here as a great sinecure. Several chaplains have solicited for
it; and it has vexed me so, that, if I live, I will make it my business to
serve him better in something else. I am heartily sorry for his illness, and
that of the other two. If it be not necessary to let the tithes till a month
hence, you may keep the two papers, and advise well in the meantime; and
whenever it is absolutely necessary, then give that paper which you are most
advised to. I thank Mr. Walls for his letter. Tell him that must serve for
an answer, with my service to him and her. I shall buy Bishop Sterne's hair
as soon as his household goods. I shall be ruined, or at least sadly cramped,
unless the Queen will give me a thousand pounds. I am sure she owes me a
great deal more. Lord Treasurer rallies me upon it, and I believe intends it;
but, quando? I am advised to hasten over as soon as possible, and so I will,
and hope to set out the beginning of June. Take no lodging for me. What? at
your old tricks again? I can lie somewhere after I land, and I care not
where, nor how. I will buy your eggs and bacon, DD. . . [2] your caps and
Bible; and pray think immediately, and give me some commissions, and I will
perform them as far as oo poo Pdfr can.[3] The letter I sent before this was
to have gone a post before; but an accident hindered it; and, I assure oo, I
wam very akkree[4] MD did not write to Dean Pdfr, and I think oo might have
had a Dean under your girdle for the superscription. I have just finished my
Treatise,[5] and must be ten days correcting it. Farewell, deelest MD, MD,
MD, FW, FW, FW, ME, ME, ME, Lele.
You'll seal the two papers after my name.
"LONDON, May 16, 1713.
"I appoint Mr. Isaiah Parvisol and Mr. to set and let the tithes of the
Deanery of St. Patrick's for this present year. In witness whereof, I
hereunto set my hand and seal, the day and year above written.
[JONAT. SWIFT."[6]]
"LONDON, May 16, 1713.
"I do hereby appoint Mr. Isaiah Parvisol my proctor, to set and let the tithes
of the Deanery of St. Patrick's. In witness whereof, I have hereunto set my
hand and seal, the day and year above written.
JONAT. SWIFT."
