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Monday, December 17, 2018

Swift Condemns Walpole

       "I told him, that a First or Chief Minister of State, whom I intended to describe, was a Creature wholly exempt from Joy and Grief, Love and Hatred, Pity and Anger;  at least makes use of no other Passions but a violent Desire of Wealth, Power and Titles:  That he applies his Words to all Uses, except to the Indication of his Mind;  That he never tells a Truth, but with an Intent that you should take it for a Lye;  nor a Lye, but with a Design that you should take it for a Truth;  That those he speaks worst of behind their Backs, are in the surest way to Preferment;  and whenever he begins to praise you to others or to your self, you are from that Day forlorn.  The worst Mark you can receive is a Promise, especially when it is confirmed with an Oath;  after which every wise Man retires, and gives over all Hopes.
      There are three Methods by which a Man may rise to be Chief Minister:  The first is, by knowing with Prudence to dispose of a Wife, a Daughter, or a Sister:  The second, by betraying or undermining his Predecessor:  And the third is, by a furious Zeal in publick Assemblies against the Corruptions of the Court.  But a wise Prince would rather chuse to employ those who practise the last of these Methods;  because such Zealots prove always the most obsequious and subservient to the Will and Passions of their Master.  That, these Ministers having all Employments at their Disposal, preserve themselves in Power by bribing the Majority of a Senate or great Council;  and at last by an Expedient called an Act of Indemnity (whereof I described the Nature to him) they secure themselves from After-reckonings, and retire from the Publick, laden with the Spoils of the Nation.
       The Palace of a Chief Minister, is a Seminary to breed up others in his own Trade:  The Pages, Lacquies, and Porter, by imitating their Master, become Ministers of State in their several Districts, and learn to excel in the three principal Ingredients, of Insolence, Lying, and Bribery.  Accordingly, they have a Subaltern Court paid to them by Persons of the best Rank;  and sometimes by the Force of Dexterity and Impudence, arrive through several Gradations to be Successors to their Lord.
       He is usually governed by a decayed Wench, or favourite Footman, who are the Tunnels through which all Graces are conveyed, and may properly be called, in the last Resort, the Governors of the Kingdom.
       One Day, my Master, having heard me mention the Nobility of my Country, was pleased to make me a Compliment which I could not pretend to deserve:  That, he was sure, I must have been born of some Noble Family, because I far exceeded in Shape, Colour, and Cleanliness, all the Yahoos of his Nation, although I seemed to fail in Strength, an Agility, which must be imputed to my different Way of Living  from those other Brutes;  and besides, I was not only endowed with the Faculty of Speech, but likewise with some Rudiments of Reason, to a Degree, that with all his Acquaintance I passed for a Prodigy.


     . . . .That, our young Noblemen are bred from their Childhood in Idleness and Luxury;  that, as soon as Years will permit, they consume their Vigour, and contract odious Diseases among lewd Females;  and when their Fortunes are almost ruined, they marry some Woman of mean Birth, disagreeable Person, and unsound Constitution, merely for the sake of Money, whom they hate and despise.  That, the Productions of such Marriages are generally scrophulous, rickety or deformed Children;  by which Means the Family seldom continues above three Generations, unless the Wife take Care to provide a healthy Father among her Neighbours, or Domesticks, in order to improve and continue the Breed.  That, a weak diseased Body, a meager Countenance, and sallow Complexion, are the true Marks of noble Blood,  and a healthy robust Appearance is so disgraceful in a Man of Quality, that the World concludes his real Father to have been a Groom or a Coachman.  The Imperfections of his Mind run parallel with those of his Body;  being a Composition of Spleen, Dulness, Ignorance, Caprice, Sensuality and Pride." 
                                       Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels, Part IV, Chapter Six

Saturday, September 22, 2018

Indictment of England by King of Brobdingnag

       "He said, he knew no Reason, why those who entertain Opinions prejudicial to the Publick, should be obliged to change, or should not be obliged to conceal them.  And, as it was Tyranny in any Government to require the first, so it was Weakness not to enforce the second:  For, a Man may be allowed to keep Poisons in his Closet, but not to vend them about as Cordials.

        My little Friend, Grildrig;  you have made a most admirable Panegyrick upon your Country.  You have clearly proved that Ignorance, Idleness, and Vice are the proper Ingredients for qualifying a Legislature.  That Laws are best explained, interpreted, and applied by those whose Interest and Abilities lie in perverting, confounding, and eluding them.  I observe among you some lines of an Institution, which in its Original might have been tolerable;  but these half erased, and the rest wholly blurred and blotted by Corruptions.  It doth not appear from all you have said, how any one Perfection is required towards the Procurement of any one Station among you;  much less that Men are ennobled on Account of their Virtue, that Priests are advanced for their Piety or Learning, Soldiers for their Conduct or Valour, Judges for their Integrity, Senators for the Love of their Country, or Counsellors for their Wisdom.  As for yourself (continued the King) who have spent the greatest Part of your Life in travelling;  I am well disposed to hope you may hitherto have escaped many Vices of your Country.  But, by what I have gathered from your own Relation, and the Answers I have with much Pains wringed and extorted from you;  I cannot but conclude the Bulk of your Natives, to be the most pernicious Race of little odious Vermin that Nature ever suffered to crawl upon the Surface of the Earth."
Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels, Part Two, Chapter Six.