Swift's Last Lines





In one of those lucid intervals which varied the course of Swift's

unhappy lunacy, his guardians or physicians took him out to give him an

airing. When they came to the Phoenix park, Swift remarked a new building

which he had never seen, and asked what it was designed for? Dr.

Kingsbury answered, That, Mr. Dean, is the magazine for arms and

powder, for the security of the city. Oh! oh! says the dean, pulling

out his pocket-book, let me take an item of that. This is worth

remarking; my tablets, as Hamlet says, my tablets--memory, put down

that. He then produced the following lines, being the last he ever

wrote:



Behold! a proof of Irish sense!

Here Irish wit is seen,

When nothing's left for our defence,

We build a magazine.



The Dean then put up his pocket-book, laughing heartily at the conceit,

and clenching it with, After the steed's stolen, shut the stable

door.





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