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duced against him, these proceedings were wholly unjustifiable and unconstitutional.
Before he left the kingdom, he received the following letter from his intimate friend Mr. Pope : *
66 Once more I write to you as I promised, and this once, I fear, will be the last! The curtain will soon be drawn between my friend and me, and nothing left but to wish you a long good-night. May you enjoy a state of repose in this life, not unlike that sleep of the soul which some have believed is to succeed it, where we lie utterly forgetful of that world from which we are gone, and ripening for that to which we are to go! If you retain any memory of the past, let it only image to you what has pleased you best: sometimes present a dream of an absent friend, or bring you back an agreeable conversation ! But, upon the whole, I hope you will think less of the time past than of the future; as the former has been less kind to you, than the latter infallibly will be. Do not envy the world your studies; they will tend to the benefit of men, against whom you can have no complaint, I mean of all posterity : and perhaps, at your time of life, nothing else is worth your care. What is every year of a wise man's life, but a censurę or critique on the past ? Those, whose date is the shortest, live long enough to laugh at one half
* In a preceding letter, with a view to engage him in “ some great and useful work,” he had reminded him of the names of · Tully, Bacon, and Clarendon, and with no very accurate recollection of their history inquired; “ Is it not the latter, the disgraced part of their lives, which you most envy, and which you would choose to have lived?” Clarendon, indeed, wrote his best works during his banishment; but the best of Bacon's were composed before his disgrace, and the best of Tully's after his return.
of it: the boy despises the infant, the man the boy, the philosopher both, and the Christian all. You may now begin to think your manhood was too much a puerility; and you will never suffer your age to be but a second infancy. The toys and baubles of your childhood are hardly now more below you, than those toys of our riper and of our declining years, the drums and rattles of ambition, and the dirt and bubbles of avarice. At this time, when you are cut off from a little society, and made a citizen of the world at large, you should bend your talents, not to serve a party or a few, but all mankind. Your genius should mount above that mist, in which it's participation and neighbourhood with earth long involved it: to shine abroad and to heaven, ought to be the business and the glory of your present situation. Remember it was at such a time, that the greatest lights of antiquity dazzled and blazed the most, in their retreat, in their exile, or in their death. But why do I talk of dazzling or blazing? It was then that they did good, that they gave light, and that they became guides to mankind.
« Those aims alone are worthy of spirits truly great, and such, I therefore hope, will be yours. Resentment indeed may remain, perhaps cannot be quite extinguished, in the noblest minds; but revenge never will harbour there: higher principles than those of the first, and better principles than those of the latter, will infallibly influence men, whose thoughts and whose hearts are enlarged, and cause them to prefer the whole to any part of mankind, especially to so small a part as one's single self.
“ Believe me, my Lord, I look upon you as a spirit entered into another life, as one just upon the edge of immortality; where the passions and affections must be much more exalted, and where you ought to despise all little views, and all mean retrospects. Nothing is worth your looking back : and therefore look forward, and make (as you can) the world look after you; but take care that it be, not with pity, but with esteem and admiration.
“ I am, with the greatest sincerity, and passion for your fame as well as happiness, yours, &c.
“ A. POPE.”
On the eighteenth of June, 1723, Atterbury embarked on board the Aldborough man of war,* and landed the Friday following at Calais. On going ashore, being informed that Lord Bolingbroke under the King's pardon had reached the same place on his return to England, with an air of pleasantry he exclaimed, “ Then I am exchanged!”+ He proceeded to Brussels; but he afterward left that place, and resided at Paris, where he softened the rigours of his exile by study, and by conversation and correspondence with learned men. He, however, occasionally employed his time in a different manner; for from some letters, which were first printed at Edinburgh in 1768 by Sir David Dalrymple, it
* As his commitment to the Tower, in consequence of his popularity, had occasioned considerable clamors, it was apprehended that his removal aboard the vessel destined to convey him into banishment would have been the signal of insurrection : but, though great numbers of boats attended him to the ship's side, no tumults took place
+ Mr. Pope, also, observed upon the same occasion, that it was a sign of the nation's being afraid of being over-run with too much politeness, when it could not regain one great man but at the expense of another.'
appears, that in 1725 he engaged in a plot for stirring up a rebellion in the Highlands of Scotland in favour of the Pretender, but the scheme proved abortive. This fact is confirmed by the evidence, not only of the official despatches of Mr. Horace Walpole (then minister at the court of France) and the suspicious communications of spies, but also of his own correspondence with his son-in-law. On the same indisputable authority it is asserted, that he quitted the Pretender's service in 1728, not upon principle, but from disgust. Provoked at the influence of Mar and Dillon, he meanly condescended to cabal against them with Murray and Hay, whose wife was the Pretender's mistress; and upon the success of their intrigues, transferred his jealousy from his enemies to his associates, his revilings from the neglected wife (the Princess Maria Clementina) to the profligate husband, whose follies and vices,' he declared, excluded all hopes of effectually serving him.' Yet did he not, even then, relinquish his project of obtaining the ascendency in the exiled court. The fall of Walpole, whom he regarded as the principal support of the reigning family, he anticipated with sanguineness; and, as an inevitable result of that fall, the restoration of the Stuarts. Hopes continually disappointed, and resentments never gratified, a constant desire to return to England, and the perpetual pressure of straitened circumstances, united to depress and harass his unhappy mind.
His exile had been embittered by his separation from his daughter, between whom and himself there existed a very strong mutual affection. This lady, who was married to William Morris Esq., High Bailiff of Westminster, in 1729, though in an in
firm state of health, conceived an ardent desire to see her father again; and accordingly with great difficulty and suffering travelled to Toulouse, where the Bishop met her. She died, * a few hours after their meeting. The Bishop, shortly after his loss, addressed the following letter to his intimate friend Mr. Pope: t
* A pathetic narrative of her decease was drawn up by Mr. Evans, who accompanied Mr. and Mrs. Morris upon this occasion. + Gay, in his “ Epistle to Pope,'had said ;
• See Rochester approving nods his head,
And ranks one modern with the mighty dead :' and Pope himself (who, as well as Swift, kept up a constant correspondence with him during his banishment) in his “ Epilogue to the Satires, observes;
• How pleasing Atterbury's softer hour! .
How shines his soul unconquer'd in the Tower!” How ignorant, however, Pope was of his real character, and how much Atterbury belied his admirable portrait of a good and wise man in exile acting under the influence neither of resentment nor of revenge, was proved by his throwing himself into the service of the Pretender the instant he landed on the Continent.
The origination and progress of Swift's intimacy with Atterbury is given, at great length, in a note attached by Nichols to the letter written by the former on the promotion of his friend to the deanery of Christ Church, and dated Sept. 1, 1711. It is amusing to compare with the extract from Dr. Stackhouse, given in a former note, the quotation of the Irish Dean, anticipating the farther advancement of the English one, upon the disappointment of the poor College, i
Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea! In a subsequent Letter, dated Aug. 3, 1713, from The Country in Ireland' (Latebræ nec dulces as he feelingly observes, nec si mihi credis, amoena) congratulating him upon his migration to Westminster, he begs that even his “ being made a Bishop may not hinder him from cultivating the politer