Chapter LXVI: Letter LXIV: {547b}

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 . . . {548a} 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. {548b} 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 {548c} 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, {548d} 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.” {549a}]

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“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.”