Sir David Dalrymple (1726-92) was a Scottish lawyer, judge and historian, friend to both Boswell and Johnson. He seems to have been well-read and broadly cultured. Dr. Johnson described Dalrymple’s personal library as “the most learned room in Europe.” In July 1763, in a letter to Boswell, Dalrymple writes:
“It gives me
pleasure to think that you have obtained the friendship of Mr. Samuel Johnson.
He is one of the best moral writers which England has produced. At the same
time, I envy you the free and undisguised converse with such a man.”
Johnson was
already acknowledged as a literary “celebrity,” author of the great Dictionary.
Dalrymple’s appreciation went deeper:
“May I beg
you to present my best respects to him, and to assure him of the veneration
which I entertain for the authour of the Rambler
and of Rasselas? Let me recommend
this last work to you; with the Rambler you
certainly are acquainted. In Rasselas
you will see a tender-hearted operator, who probes the wound only to heal it.
Swift, on the contrary, mangles human nature. He cuts and slashes, as if he
took pleasure in the operation, like the tyrant who said, Ita feri ut se sentiat emori.”
The Latin
tag is drawn from Suetonius’ “Life of Caligula”: “Strike so that he may feel
that he is dying.” It is apt. Swift was given to savagery in verse and prose.
I recalled Dalrymple's letter, included by Boswell in his Life of Johnson, when reading Stephen Shivone’s introduction to J.V. Cunningham’s
The Exclusions of a Rhyme, recently
republished by Wiseblood Books – a rare affirmation of literary worth in publishing today. Shivone writes of Cunningham’s work:
“There is
something almost fierce and wild, as of a barely tamable animal, in his verse,
which the form seems to be struggling to keep at bay; and the very strength
needed to control the wild emotion somehow manifests its power.”
Cunningham
wrote “With a Copy of Swift’s Works” in 1944. It was originally published in The Judge is Fury (1947) and is included
in the newly published volume:
“Underneath
this pretty cover
Lies
Vanessa’s, Stella’s lover.
You that
undertake this story
For his life
nor death be sorry
Who the
Absolute so loved
Motion to
its zero moved,
Till,
immobile in that chill,
Fury
hardened in the will,
And the
trivial, bestial flesh
In its
jacket ceased to thresh,
And the soul
none dare forgive
Quiet lay,
and ceased to live.”
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