His whimsicalities are illustrated in the cathedral more than anywhere else and among them is the "Schomberg epitaph," found in the north aisle to the left of the choir, chiseled in large letters upon a slab of marble. Duke Schomberg, who commanded the Protestant army of King William of Orange at the Battle of the Boyne, and was killed toward the end of that engagement, July, 1690, was buried in St. Patrick's at the time of his death, but his grave remained unmarked. His bones were discovered, however, in 1736, during some repairs, while Swift was dean of the cathedral. In order that their ancestor's character and achievements might be properly recognized and called to the attention of posterity, Swift applied to the head of the Schomberg family for fifty pounds to pay the expense of a memorial, which they declined to contribute. Then Swift, whose indignation was excited, paid for the slab himself and punished them by recording upon it in Latin that the cathedral authorities, having entreated to no purpose the heirs of the great marshal to set up an appropriate memorial, this tablet had been erected that posterity might know where the great Schomberg lies. "The fame of his valor," he adds, "is much more appreciated by strangers than by his kinsmen." Upon the other farther side of the church, between the tombs of the Right Honorable Lady Elizabeth, Viscountess Donneraile, and Archbishop Whately, the gentleman who wrote the rhetoric we studied at college, is buried the body of an humble Irishman, who was Dean Swift's body servant for a generation. He was eccentric but loyal, and as witty as his master. One morning the dean, getting ready for a horseback ride, discovered that his boots had not been cleaned, and called to Sandy: "Why didn't you clean these boots?" "It hardly pays to do so, sir," responded Sandy, "they get muddy so soon again." "Put on your hat and coat and come with me to ride," said the dean. "I haven't had my breakfast," said Sandy. "There's no use in eating; you'll be hungry so soon again," retorted the dean, and Sandy had to follow him in a mad gallop into the suburbs of Dublin without a mouthful. When they were three or four miles away they met an old friend who asked them where they were going so early. Before the dean could answer, Sandy replied: "We're going to heaven, sir; the dean's praying and meself is fasting; both of us for our sins." The epitaph of Sandy in St. Patrick's Cathedral reads as follows: HERE LIES THE BODY OF ALEXANDER MAGEE, SERVANT TO DR. SWIFT, DEAN OF ST. PATRICK'S CATHEDRAL, DUBLIN. His Grateful Master Caused This Monument to Be Erected in Memory of His Discretion, Fidelity and Diligence in That Humble Station.