A Dialogue Between Dean Swift and Tho. Prior, Esq. In the Isles of St. Patrick's Church, Dublin, On that Memorable Day, October 9th, 1753   By: Anonymous

DIALOGUE

BETWEEN

Dean Swift and Tho. Prior , Esq;

IN THE

Isles of St. Patrick's Church, Dublin ,

On that memorable Day, October 9th, 1753.

By a Friend to the Peace and Prosperity of IRELAND.

Quæ Gratia Curram Armorumque fuit vivis, quæ Cura nitentes Pascere Equos, eadem sequitur Tellure repostos.

VIRG. ÆN. VI.

DUBLIN :

Printed for G. and A. EWING, at the Angel and Bible in Dame Street , 1753.

Transcribers Note. Inconsistent spelling has been retained as in the original text.

ERRATA

Page 7. Line 19. for Phrases read Praises.

P. 11. L. 18. for attack read attack'd.

P. 14. L. 25. for they r. the Ladies.

P. 17. L. 22. for emnently r. eminently.

P. 18. L. 25. for Henepius r. Henepin's.

P. 26. L. 26. for their r. the.

P. 27. L. 13. for brag r. boast.

P. 33. L. 25. for runing r. running.

P. 34. L. 5. for St. Foil r. St. Foin.

P. 36. L. 28. for say r. see.

P. 42. L. 25. for adæquate r. inadequate.

P. 63. L. 11. for Teas r. Tea.

P. 71. L. 15. after horrid r. and.

P. 72. L. 3. for we. r. they.

P. 75. L. the last , for 'tis employ'd in, r. that accompany it.

P. 85. L. 10. after Virtue add , or Learning.

P. 88. L. 10. after Wall add , of.

P. 88. L. 31. for that r. than.

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DIALOGUE

BETWEEN

Dean Swift and Tho. Prior , Esq;

In the Isles of St. Patrick's Church, Dublin, Oct. 9, 1753 .

PRIOR. Mr. Dean, I am sorry to see you up, if any of your private Affairs disturb you. I came to call at your Grave, and have a little Discourse with you; but unless 'tis the Publick has rouz'd you, I am troubled to find you walking as well as my self.

SWIFT. 'Tis my Country keeps me walking! why who can lie still? I don't believe there are many Ghosts now, that have any share of Understanding, or any regard for Ireland , that are to be found in their Graves at Midnight. For my part I can no more keep in my Den than if it were the Day of Judgment. I have been earth'd now eight Years last October , and I think on my Conscience (and you know Tom the Conscience of one dead Man is worth ten of those that are living) I have had very few good Days Sleep since I got there. Ah Tom ! poor Ireland ! poor Ireland ! it plagued my Heart while I was trifling away Life there; but my Curse on it, I never thought it would have broke my Rest thus when I was dead. I have tumbled and toss'd from one Side to the other (and by the by, they make these cursed Coffins so narrow 'tis a Plague to be in them) first one Thing would come into my Head, and then another, and often wrought me so, that I have many a time been forced to walk a whole Moon to rest me and get the better Nap when I lay down. Prithee how have you done?

PRIOR. Why, very little better; only as I have not been so long shut up in my Dormitory as you, the Confinement is less irksome. But I was not affected the same way with you, for I sometimes slept for Months together like a Dormouse; but when Ireland once gets into my Head and its present melancholy Circumstances, it works my Thoughts upwards and downwards from the Great Ones to their Slaves, like a poor Patient with Ward 's Drop and Pill.