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She sobb’d a storm, and wiped her flowing eyes,
TO MR. LEMUEL GULLIVER,
THE GRATEFUL ADDRESS OF THE UNHAPPY HOUYHNHNMS,
NOW IN SLAVERY AND BONDAGE IN ENGLAND.
[These pieces of Pope are given by Sir Walter Scott in his Life of Swift, with the exception of the present verses, from a Horse; which he observes “ do not appear.” Swift's Works, vol. xiii. p. 372.]
To thee, we wretches of the Houyhnhnm band,
O happy Yahoo, purged from human crimes, By thy sweet sojourn in those virtuous climes, Where reign our sires; there, to thy country's
Art thou the first who did the coast explore ; Did never Yahoo tread that ground before ? Yes, thousands ! But in pity to their kind, Or sway'd by envy, or through pride of mind, They hid their knowledge of a nobler race, Which own'd, would all their sires and sons dis
You, like the Samian, visit lands unknown, And by their wiser morals mend your own. Thus Orpheus travell’d to reform his kind, Came back, and tamed the brutes he left behind.
You went, you saw, you heard: with virtue
fought, Then spread those morals which the Houyhnhnms
taught. Our labours here must touch thy generous heart, To see us strain before the coach and cart; Compell’d to run each knavish jockey's heat ! Subservient to Newmarket's annual cheat ! With what reluctance do we lawyers bear, To fleece their country clients twice a year ? Or managed in your schools, for fops to ride, How foam, how fret beneath a load of pride! Yes, we are slaves—but yet, by reason's force, Have learn’d to bear misfortune, like a horse.
O would the stars, to ease my bonds, ordain, That gentle Gulliver might guide my rein!
Safe would I bear him to his journey's end,
MARY GULLIVER TO CAPTAIN
[The captain, some time after his return, being retired to Mr. Sympson's in the country, Mrs. Gulliver, apprehending from his late behaviour, some estrangement of his affections, writes him the following expostulatory, soothing, and tenderly complaining epistle.] WELCOME, thrice welcome to thy native place! What, touch me not? what, shun a wife's em
brace? Have I for this thy tedious absence borne, And waked, and wish'd whole nights for thy return? In five long years I took no second spouse; What Redriff wife so long hath kept her vows? Your eyes, your nose, inconstancy betray; Your nose you stop, your eyes you turn away. 'Tis said, that thou should'st“ cleave unto thy
wife ;" Once thou didst cleave, and I could cleave for life. Hear, and relent! hark how thy children moan! Be kind at least to these : they are thy own:
Behold, and count them all; secure to find
left behind. See how they pat thee with their pretty paws: Why start you? are they snakes ? or have they
claws ? Thy Christian seed, our mutual flesh and bone : Be kind at least to these; they are thy own.
Biddel,* like thee, might farthest India rove;
Not touch me! never neighbour call’d me slut :
Some say, the devil himself is in that mare: If so, our Dean shall drive him forth by prayer. Some think you mad, some think you are possess’d That bedlam and clean straw will suit you best. Vain means, alas, this phrenzy to appease! That straw, that straw, would heighten the disease.
My bed (the scene of all our former joys, Witness two lovely girls, two lovely boys)
* Names of the sea captains mentioned in Gulliver's Travels.
Alone I press : in dreams I call my dear,
At early morn I to the market haste
quit, And at due distance sweet discourse admit, 'Tis all my pleasure thy past toil to know; For pleased remembrance builds delight on woe. At every danger pants thy consort's breast, And gaping infants squall to hear the rest. How did I tremble, when by thousands bound, I saw thee stretch'd on Lilliputian ground ! When scaling armies climb'd up every part, Each step they trod I felt upon my heart.