The Prose Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume IX

The Prose Works of Jonathan
Swift, D. D., Volume IX;
Contributions to The Tatler, The
Examiner, The Spectator, and
The Intelligencer

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Title: The Prose Works of Jonathan Swift, D. D., Volume IX;
Contributions to The Tatler, The Examiner, The Spectator, and The
Intelligencer
Author: Jonathan Swift
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THE PROSE WORKS OF JONATHAN SWIFT
VOL. IX
GEORGE BELL & SONS LONDON: YORK STREET, COVENT
GARDEN CAMBRIDGE: DEIGHTON, BELL & CO. NEW YORK:
THE MACMILLAN CO.
[Illustration: _Jonathan Swift from the picture by Charles Jervas in the
Bodlean Library Oxford_]
THE PROSE WORKS OF JONATHAN SWIFT, D.D.
EDITED BY TEMPLE SCOTT
VOL IX
CONTRIBUTIONS TO "THE TATLER," "THE EXAMINER," "THE
SPECTATOR," AND "THE INTELLIGENCER"
LONDON GEORGE BELL AND SONS 1902
CHISWICK PRESS: CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND CO. TOOKS
COURT, CHANCERY LANE, LONDON.
INTRODUCTION
Swift has been styled the Prince of Journalists. Like most titles whose
aim is to express in modern words the character and achievements of a
man of a past age, this phrase is not of the happiest. Applied to so
extraordinary a man as Jonathan Swift, it is both misleading and
inadequate. At best it embodies but a half-truth. It belongs to that class
of phrases which, in emphasizing a particular side of the character,
sacrifices truth to a superficial cleverness, and so does injustice to the
character as a whole. The vogue such phrases obtain is thus the
measure of the misunderstanding that is current; so that it often
becomes necessary to receive them with caution and to test them with
care.
A prince in his art Swift certainly was, but his art was not the art of the
journalist. Swift was a master of literary expression, and of all forms of
that expression which aim at embodying in language the common life
and common facts of men and their common nature. He had his
limitations, of course; but just here lies the power of his special genius.
He never attempted to express what he did not fully comprehend. If he
saw things narrowly, he saw them definitely, and there was no

mistaking the ideas he wished to convey. "He understands himself,"
said Dr. Johnson, "and his reader always understands him." Within his
limitations Swift swayed a sovereign power. His narrowness of vision,
however, did never blind him to the relations that exist between fact
and fact, between object and subject, between the actual and the
possible. At the same time it was not his province, as it was not his
nature, to handle such relations in the abstract. The bent of his mind
was towards the practical and not the pure reason. The moralist and the
statesman went hand in hand in him--an excellent example of the
eighteenth century thinker.
But to say this of Swift is not to say that he was a journalist. The
journalist is the man of the hour writing for the hour in harmony with
popular opinion. Both his text and his heads are ready-made for him.
He follows the beaten road, and only essays new paths when conditions
have become such as to force him along them. Such a man Swift
certainly was not. Journalism was not his way to the goal. If anything,
it was, as Epictetus might have said, but a tavern by the way-side in
which he took occasion to find the means by which the better to attain
his goal. If Swift's contributions to the literature of his day be
journalism, then did journalism spring full-grown into being, and its
history since his time must be considered as a history of its
degeneration. But they were much more than journalism. That they
took the form they did, in contributions to the periodicals of his day, is
but an accident which does not in the least affect the contributions
themselves. These, in reality, constitute a criticism of the social and
political life of the first thirty years of the English eighteenth century.
From the time of the writing of "A Tale of a Tub" to the days of the
Drapier's Letters, Swift dissected his countrymen with the pitiless hand
of the master-surgeon. So profound was