The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Jonathan Swift to Martha Whiteway - 6
TO MRS. WHITEWAY.
DEC. 31, 1739.
IT is impossible to have health in such desperate weather; but you are worse used than others. Every creature of either sex are uneasy; for our kingdom is turned to be a Muscovy, or worse. Even I cannot do any good by walking: Is not warmth good against rheumatick pains? I hope Deane Swift will be able to assist you both. I wish for a happy turn in the weather. I am doubly desolate, and wish I could sleep until the sun would comfort us. Would neither your son or daughter save you the pains of writing on your back? You are much more friendly to me than a thousand of them. Adieu. I am ever yours.
- ↑ Then married to Mrs. Harrison.