Ireland in the Days of Dean Swift (Irish Tracts, 1720 to 1734)Swift, Jonathan
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Ireland in the Days of Dean Swift (Irish Tracts, 1720 to 1734)
Swift, Jonathan
Ireland -- History -- 18th century; Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745
As to her person, she is tall and lean, and very ill-shaped; she has bad
features, and a worse complexion. As to her other qualifies, she has no
reputation either for honesty, truth, or manners, and it is no wonder,
considering what her education has been. To sum up all, she is poor and
beggarly, and gets a sorry maintenance by pilfering wherever she comes.
As for this gentleman, who is now so fond of her, she still bears him an
invincible hatred; reviles him to his face, and rails at him in all
companies. Her house is frequented by a company of rogues and thieves, and
pickpockets, whom she encourages to rob his hen-roosts, steal his corn and
cattle, and do him all manner of mischief.[32] She has been known to come
at the head of these rascals, and beat her lover until he was sore from
head to foot, and then force him to pay for the trouble she was at. Once,
attended with a crew of ragamuffins, she broke into his house, turned all
things topsy-turvey, and then set it on fire. At the same time she told so
many lies among his servants that it set them all by the ears, and his
poor steward[33] was knocked on the head; for which I think, and so does
all the country, that she ought to be answerable. To conclude her
character: she is of a different religion, being a Presbyterian of the
most rank and violent kind, and consequently having an inveterate hatred
to the Church; yet I am sure I have been always told, that in marriage
there ought to be a union of minds as well as of persons.
I will now give my own character, and shall do it in few words, and with
modesty and truth. I was reckoned to be as handsome as any in our
neighbourhood, until I became pale and thin with grief and ill-usage. I am
still fair enough, and have, I think, no very ill features about me. They
that see me now will hardly allow me ever to have had any great share of
beauty; for, besides being so much altered, I go always mobbed and in an
undress, as well out of neglect, as indeed for want of clothes to appear
in. I might add to all this, that I was born to a good estate, although it
now turns to little account under the oppressions I endure, and has been
the true cause of all my misfortunes.
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