springs of policy, learning, true humour, and inimitable wit.
The following story the dean told to Mrs. Pilkington.
A clergyman,[1] who was a most learned fine gentleman, but, under the softest and politest appearance, concealed the most turbulent ambition, having made his merit as a preacher too eminent to be overlooked, had it early rewarded with a mitre. Dr. Swift went to congratulate him on it; but told him, he hoped, as his lordship was a native of Ireland, and had now a seat in the house of peers, he would employ his powerful elocution in the service of his distressed country. The prelate told him, the bishoprick was but a very small one, and he could not hope for a better, if he did not oblige the court. "Very well," says Swift, "then it is to be hoped, when you have a better, you will become an honest man." "Ay, that I will, Mr. dean," says he. "Till then, my lord, farewell," answered Swift. This prelate was twice translated to richer sees; and, on every translation, Dr. Swift waited on him to remind him of his promise; but to no purpose; there was now an archbishoprick in view, and till that was obtained, nothing could be done. Having in a short time likewise got this, he then waited on the dean, and told him, "I am now at the top of my preferment; for I well know that no Irishman will ever be made primate; therefore as I can rise no higher in fortune or station, I will zealously promote the good of my country." And from that time became a most zealous patriot.
- ↑ Dr. Theophilus Bolton, promoted to the bishoprick of Clonfert 1722, translated to Elphin 1724, and to the archbishoprick of Cashell 1729.
