of about three years, he is only known to have spoken once or twice. At length, when this aw

on the 30th of November in the morning, telling him that it was his birth-day, and that bonefires and illuminations were preparing to celebrate it as usual; to this he immediately re plied" It is all folly, they had better let it alone."

He would often attempt to speak his mind, but could not recollect words to express his meaning; upon which he would shrug up his shoulders, shake his head, and sigh heartily. Among all kinds of smells, none offended him so much as the snuff of a candle. It happened that a young girl, the daughter of his housekeeper's relation, blew out a candle in his chamber; at which he knit his brows, looked angry, and said, "You are a little dirty slut!" He spoke no more of it; but seemed displeased with her the whole evening.."

Some other instances of short intervals of sensibility and rea son, after his madness had ended in stupor, seem to prove that his disorder, whatever it was, had not destroyed, but only sus pended the powers of his mind."

He was sometimes visited by Mr Deane Swift, a relation, and about Christmas, 1743, he seemed desirous to speak to him. Mr Swift then told him he came to dine, with him; and Mrs Ridgeway the housekeeper, immediately said, "Won't you give Mr Swift a glass of wine, Sir?" To this he made no answer, but showed he understood the question, by shrugging up his shoulders, as he had been used to do, when he had a mind a friend should spend the evening with him, and which was as

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much as to say you will ruin me in wine." Soon after he

again endeavoured, with a good deal of pain, to find words; but ". at last, after many efforts, not being able, he fetched a deep sigh, and was afterwards silent. A few months after this, upon hi housekeeper's removing a knife, as he was going to catch at it, he shrugged up his shoulders, and said, "I am what I am;"

ful moral lesson had subsisted from 1743, until » the 19th October 1745, it pleased God to release the subject of these memoirs from this calamitous situation. He died upon that day without a single pang, so gently, indeed, that his attendants were scarce aware of the moment of his dissolution.

It was then that the gratitude of the Irish shewed itself in the full glow of national enthusiasm. The interval was forgotten, during which their great patriot had been dead to the world, and he was wept and mourned, as if he had been called away in the full career of his public services. Young and old of all ranks surrounded the house," to pay the last tribute of sorrow and of affection. Locks of his hair were so eagerly sought after, that Mr Sheridan happily applies to the enthusiasm of the citizens of Dublin, the lines of Shakespeare,

and, in about six minutes, repeated the same words two or three times.

In the year 1744, he now and then called his servant by his name, and once attempted to speak to him, but not being able to express his meaning, he shewed signs of much uneasiness, and at last said, "I am a fool." Once afterward, as his ser, vant was taking away his watch, he said, "bring it here ;" and when the same servant was breaking a hard large coal, he said, "That is a stone, you block head."

"From this time he was perfectly silent, till the latter end of October 1745; and then died without the least pang or con. vulsion, in the seventy-eighth year of his age.

Yea beg a hair of him for memory,

And dying mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their issue.

SHAKESPEARE.

The remains of Dean Swift were interred, agreeably to his directions, with privacy, in the great aisle of St Patrick's cathedral, where an inscription, composed by himself, records his exertions for liberty, and his detestation of oppression.

HIC DEPOSITUM EST CORPUS

JONATHAN SWIFT, S. t. p.

HUJUS ECCLESIE CATHEDRALIS

DECANI

UBI SEVA INDIGNATIO

ULTERIUS COR LACERARE NEQUIT.
ABI, VIATOR,

ET IMITARE, SI POTERIS,

STRENUUM PRO VIRILI LIBERTATIS VINDICEM.

OBIIT ANNO (1745):

MENSIS (OCTOBRIS) DIE (19);

ETATIS ANNO (78).

CONCLUSION.

Person, Habits, and Private Character of Swift-His Conversation-His Reading-Apparent Inconsistencies in his Character-His Charity-His Talents for Criticism-Character of the Dean as a Poet-As a Prose Author.

SWIFT was in person tall, strong, and well made, of a dark complexion, but with blue eyes, black and bushy eyebrows, nose somewhat aquiline, and features which remarkably expressed the stern, haughty, and dauntless turn of his mind. He was never known to laugh, and his smiles are happily characterized by the well-known lines of Shakespeare. Indeed, the whole description of Cassius might be applied to Swift:

He reads much,

He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men.—

Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort,

As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit
That could be moved to smile at any thing.

The features of the Dean have been preserved

in several paintings, busts, and medals. * In youth, he was reckoned handsome, and in old

* There is an excellent portrait of Dean Swift at the Deanery House, Dublin, painted by Bindon. A genius appears in the piece displaying a scroll, containing a Latin inscription, partly undecypherable, but which refers to the Dean's exertions in procuring for the church the grant of the first-fruits and tenths. At the bottom of the canvas is the following inscription:-

EFFIGIEM HUJS REV. ADMODUM VIRI JONATH. SWIFT, S. T. p. ECCLESIÆ CATH. S. PAT. DUB. DECANI. IN PERPETUUM HARUM EDIUM TOTIUS CLERI ET HUJUSCE PRÆCIPUE GENTIS DECUs, AMORIS ET OBSERVANTIÆ ERGO PINGI CURAVIT CAPITULUM SUUM.

PRÆSENTI TIBI MATUROS LARGIMUR HONORES,

NIL ORITURUM ALIAS, NIL ORTUM TALE FATENTES.

In the back distance, through the window, is seen in perspective the great western door of the cathedral of St Patrick's, leading immediately to that aisle in which the illustrious patriot is interred. The tower, or steeple, is pre-eminently conspicuous, however minute this part of the drawing be. It is to be observed, that at the period the original painting was taken, the spire, which now completes that fine Gothic structure, had not been erected.

The frame is of black Irish oak, curiously and tastefully carved with a variety of emblematical figures, having at the bottom the arms of the Deanery and of Swift quartered in one scutcheon. The unfortunate taste of one of his successors caused this frame to be gilded. This picture should not be mentioned without recording the patriotic disinterestedness of