Dean Swift is Rabelais in his senses, and frequenting the politest

company. The former, indeed, is not so gay as the latter, but then

he possesses all the delicacy, the justness, the choice, the good

taste, in all which particulars our giggling rural Vicar Rabelais is

wanting. The poetical numbers of Dean Swift are of a singular and

almost inimitable taste; true humour, whether in prose or verse,

seems to be his peculiar talent; but whoever is desirous of

understanding him perfectly must visit the island in which he was