This is the reason why the works of the ingenious Dean Swift, who

has been called the English Rabelais, will never be well understood

in France. This gentleman has the honour (in common with Rabelais)

of being a priest, and, like him, laughs at everything; but, in my

humble opinion, the title of the English Rabelais which is given the

dean is highly derogatory to his genius. The former has

interspersed his unaccountably-fantastic and unintelligible book

with the most gay strokes of humour; but which, at the same time,