which, it is to be remembered, was in 1713 meant for her eye alone. No more extraordinary contrast can be imagined than the difference in style between this composition and the lines On a Lady's Dressing Room, with which in later years Swift condescended to disgrace his pen: Cadenus, common forms apart, In every scene had kept his heart; Had sighed and languished, vowed and writ, But books, and time, and state affairs Had spoiled his fashionable airs : He now could praise, esteem, approve, But understood not what was love. His conduct might have made him styled A father, and the nymph his child. In 1714 we note the first symptoms of a change. He is now in what he considers banishment. Sickness grows upon him, and with exile and ill-health the longsuppressed egotism begins to make itself heard : 'Tis true- then why should I repine Where I am neither loved nor known? Before his credit or his fee. I meet perhaps from three or four, 1 Cadenus and Vanessa. But no obliging tender friend Ye formal weepers for the sick, And spare my absent friends the grief Expired to-day, entombed to-morrow, When known, will save a double sorrow.1 But such lamentations are moderate compared to the bitterness of resentment concentrated in the verse written after the accession of George II. In this the momentary joy of battle, aroused by the conflict over Wood's Halfpence, has died out; the hopes excited by the compliments of Queen Caroline have been exchanged for the 1 gloom of disappointment, while the gall projected outwards on courts and ministers in Gulliver's Travels is now poured into the lacerated heart of the man remembering old times, comparing them with present neglect, and brooding self-consciously over the indifference with which the tidings of his death will be received at their cardtables by those who call themselves his friends : My female friends, whose tender hearts Receive the news in doleful dumps : "The Dean is dead; (Pray, what is trumps?) Then Lord have mercy on his soul! (Ladies, I'll venture on the vole); Six deans, they say, must bear the pall If he should fail her at quadrille. 1 In Sickness, October 1714. : 2 Lines on His Own Death. Amidst this vision of hard hearts the image of his own ill-requited merits looms gigantic, and he draws a portrait of himself by the hand of one, as he supposes, "indifferent in the cause." It is in curious contrast with the humorous self-depreciation of his own character, as described to Lewis in the early imitation of Horace : He never thought an honour done him, He kept with princes due decorum, Two kingdoms, just as faction led, Had set a price upon his head; The old self-esteem seems here to have grown into 1 On His Own Death. self-worship; and in the following lines On the Day of Judgment, the correlative indignation against mankind mounts into something like the rage of a madman :With a whirl of thought oppressed, I sank from reverie to rest. An horrid vision seized my head: I saw the graves give up their dead! Jove, armed with terrors, burst the skies, The world stands trembling at His throne. By nature, reason, learning, blind : The world's mad business now is o'er, I to such blockheads set my wit! I damn such fools. Go, go! You're bit." It would appear, then, that the key to Swift's thought lies in an intellectual scorn-scorn alike for the shallow wits who, deeming themselves capable of fathoming the insoluble mystery of life, sneered at the doctrine of revealed religion, and for the unthinking public who took the speculations of such men seriously-blended with an ever-growing egotism. His own view of truth resembled that of Donne; but he was essentially a man of action, and saw that it was necessary to assume as the basis of action at least of national action-the compromise in Church and State arrived at in the Revolution of 1688. These two principles in combination also determine the conscious aim of Swift's literary style, which, as Johnson says, is "well suited to his thought." He himself describes, in a letter to Isaac Bickerstaff, the nature of the "simplicity" after which he strove a mode of 1 See vol. iii. p. 151. expression founded on polite conversation, and equally removed from pedantry and slang :— I should be glad to see you the instrument of introducing into our style that simplicity which is the best and truest ornament of most things in life, which the politer ages always aimed at in their buildings and dress (simplex munditiis) as well as their productions of wit. It is manifest that all new affected modes of speech, whether borrowed from the Court, the town, or the theatre, are the first perishing parts in any language; and, as I could prove by many hundred instances, have been so in ours. The writings of Hooker, who was a country clergyman, and of Parsons, the Jesuit, both in the reign of Queen Elizabeth, are in a style that, with very few allowances, would not offend any present reader; much more clear and intelligible than those of Sir H. Wooton, Sir Robert Naunton, Osborn, Daniel the historian, and several others who wrote later; but, being men of the Court, and affecting the phrases then in fashion, they are often either not to be understood, or appear perfectly ridiculous.1 Guided by this main principle of composition, Swift's style naturally moved ever farther away from the Pindaric manner with which he started. As he wrote mainly for the unsophisticated public, whose minds, he himself says, unless imposed upon, are open to reason, his tendency was, more and more, to banish ornament; and the metaphorical conceits of the seventeenth century became increasingly distasteful to him. The specimens of his verse already given illustrate the truth of Johnson's observation as to the scarcity of his metaphors; and they also point to his growing preference for octosyllabic verse as a vehicle for familiar writing. The genius of the heroic couplet required more antithesis than he cared to bestow on it, since his effects were always wrought much more by force of argument, unexpected turns of humour, or sheer intensity of feeling, than by the mere balance of ideas and words. In his metrical and in his prose writings the ideal was the same, “proper words in proper places": poetical diction, as a style to be aimed at per se, was a thing abhorrent to him, when once he had rejected the Pindaric manner. 1 The Tatler, No. 230. |