Page:The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, Volume 13.djvu/353

Rh Ego feci amorem virgini honoris. Quomodo venit id circum, quod tu ludis stultum ita? Vos ibi, fac viam pro meo domino. Omnes socii apud pedem pilam. Faeminae et linteum aspiciunt optimè per candelae lucem.

REVEREND SIR,

RETURNED last night from Derry, where I have been for some time past, and where you will be received with great respect. I pleased myself with the hopes of finding at home an account of the time you design being here. My disappointment occasions you this trouble; and I hope you will suffer that which can do it best to plead my excuse for being so importunate.

Sir, I take the country to be as pleasant the latter end of this, and all the next month, as any in the year; the fields are putting on their gayest liveries to receive you; the birds will warble their sweetest notes to entertain you; and the waters in the river Bann, when they come in view of your apartment, will tumble in great hurry to wait on you, and leave you with reluctance.

I must brag of my situation, and will pawn my credit with you in those matters, that you will pronounce it the most delightful you have seen in Dublin at least. Rh