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224<br />
The Prose Works of Jonathan Swift<br />
question the reality and the intensity of this misanthropy. It was one of<br />
his strange habits to celebrate his birthday by reading the third chapter<br />
of the Book of Job, in which the patriarch cursed bitterly the day of<br />
his birth. “I hate life,” he once wrote on learning the early death of a<br />
dear friend, “when I think it is exposed to such accidents, and to see<br />
so many thousand wretches burdening the earth while such as her die<br />
makes me think God did never intend life for a blessing.” “Life,” he<br />
wrote to Pope, “is not a farce: it is a ridiculous tragedy, which is the<br />
worst kind of composition.”<br />
The melancholy of Swift was doubtless essentially constitutional,<br />
and mainly due to a physical malady which had long acted upon his<br />
brain. His nature was a profoundly unhappy one, but it is not true that<br />
his life was on the whole unprosperous. Very few penniless men of<br />
genius have had the advantages which he obtained at an early age by<br />
his connection with Sir William Temple. He tasted in ample measure<br />
all the sweets of literary success, and although his political career was<br />
chequered by grave disappointments he obtained both in England<br />
and in Ireland some brilliant triumphs. A deanery in an important<br />
provincial capital, where he was adored by the populace, and where he<br />
had warm friends among the gentry, may not have been all to which<br />
he aspired, but it was no very deplorable fate, and although the income<br />
attached to it was moderate and at one time greatly diminished, it was<br />
sufficient for his small wants and frugal habits. Above all, few men<br />
have received from those who knew them best a larger measure of<br />
affection and friendship. But happiness and misery come mainly from<br />
within, and to Swift life had lost all its charm.<br />
NOTE<br />
1. “With a whirl of thought oppress’d,<br />
I sunk from reverie to rest.<br />
A horrid vision seized my head,<br />
I saw the graves give up their dead!<br />
Jove, arm’d with terrors, burst the skies,<br />
And thunder roars and lightning flies!<br />
Amazed, confused, its fate unknown,<br />
The world stands trembling at his throne!<br />
While each pale sinner hung his head,<br />
Jove, nodding, shook the heavens, and said: