FROM THURSDAY NOVEMBER 2, TO THURSDAY NOVEMBER 9, 1710.

_E quibis hi vacuas implent sermonibus aures,

Hi narrata ferunt alio: mensuraque ficti

Crescit, et auditis aliquid novus adjicit autor,

Illic Credulitas, illic temerarius Error,

Vanaque Laetitia est, consternatique Timores,

Seditioque recens, dubioque autore susurri._[2]

I am prevailed on, through the importunity of friends, to interrupt the

scheme I had begun in my last paper, by an Essay upon the Art of

Political Lying. We are told, "the Devil is the father of lies, and was a

liar from the beginning"; so that beyond contradiction, the invention is

old: And which is more, his first essay of it was purely political,

employed in undermining the authority of his Prince, and seducing a third

part of the subjects from their obedience. For which he was driven down

from Heaven, where (as Milton expresseth it) he had been viceroy of a

great western province;[3] and forced to exercise his talent in inferior

regions among other fallen spirits, or poor deluded men, whom he still

daily tempts to his own sin, and will ever do so till he is chained in

the bottomless pit.

But though the Devil be the father of lies, he seems, like other great

inventors, to have lost much of his reputation, by the continual

improvements that have been made upon him.

Who first reduced lying into an art, and adapted it to politics, is not

so clear from history, though I have made some diligent enquiries: I

shall therefore consider it only according to the modern system, as it

has been cultivated these twenty years past in the southern part of our

own island.

The poets tell us, that after the giants were overthrown by the gods, the

earth in revenge produced her last offspring, which was Fame.[4] And the

fable is thus interpreted; that when tumults and seditions are quieted,

rumours and false reports are plentifully spread through a nation. So

that by this account, _lying_ is the last relief of a routed, earth-born,

rebellious party in a state. But here, the moderns have made great

additions, applying this art to the gaining of power, and preserving it,

as well as revenging themselves after they have lost it: as the same

instruments are made use of by animals to feed themselves when they are

hungry, and bite those that tread upon them.

But the same genealogy cannot always be admitted for _political lying;_ I

shall therefore desire to refine upon it, by adding some circumstances of

its birth and parents. A political lie is sometimes born out of a

discarded statesman's head, and thence delivered to be nursed and dandled

by the mob. Sometimes it is produced a monster, and _licked_ into shape;

at other times it comes into the world completely formed, and is spoiled

in the licking. It is often born an infant in the regular way, and

requires time to mature it: and often it sees the light in its full

growth, but dwindles away by degrees. Sometimes it is of noble birth; and

sometimes the spawn of a stock-jobber. _Here_, it screams aloud at the

opening of the womb; and _there_, it is delivered with a whisper. I know

a lie that now disturbs half the kingdom with its noise, which though too

proud and great at present to own its parents, I can remember in its

whisper-hood. To conclude the nativity of this monster; when it comes

into the world without a _sting_, it is still-born; and whenever it loses

its sting, it dies.

No wonder, if an infant so miraculous in its birth, should be destined

for great adventures: and accordingly we see it has been the guardian

spirit of a prevailing party for almost twenty years. It can conquer

kingdoms without fighting, and sometimes with the loss of a battle: It

gives and resumes employments; can sink a mountain to a mole-hill, and

raise a mole-hill to a mountain; has presided for many years at

committees of elections; can wash a blackamoor white; make a saint of an

atheist, and a patriot of a profligate; can furnish foreign ministers

with intelligence, and raise or let fall the credit of the nation. This

goddess flies with a huge looking-glass in her hands, to dazzle the

crowd, and make them see, according as she turns it, their ruin in their

interest, and their interest in their ruin. In this glass you will behold

your best friends clad in coats powdered with _flower-de-luces_[5] and

triple crowns; their girdles hung round with chains, and beads, and

wooden shoes: and your worst enemies adorned with the ensigns of liberty,

property, indulgence, and moderation, and a cornucopia in their hands.

Her large wings, like those of a flying-fish, are of no use but while

they are moist; she therefore dips them in mud, and soaring aloft

scatters it in the eyes of the multitude, flying with great swiftness;

but at every turn is forced to stoop in dirty way for new supplies.

I have been sometimes thinking, if a man had the art of the second sight

for seeing lies, as they have in Scotland for seeing spirits, how

admirably he might entertain himself in this town; to observe the

different shapes, sizes, and colours, of those swarms of lies which buzz

about the heads of some people, like flies about a horse's ears in

summer: or those legions hovering every afternoon in Popes-head Alley[6],

enough to darken the air; or over a club of discontented grandees, and

thence sent down in cargoes to be scattered at elections.

There is one essential point wherein a political liar differs from others

of the faculty; that he ought to have but a short memory, which is

necessary according to the various occasions he meets with every hour, of

differing from himself, and swearing to both sides of a contradiction, as

he finds the persons disposed, with whom he has to deal. In describing

the virtues and vices of mankind, it is convenient upon every article, to

have some eminent person in our eye, from whence we copy our description.

I have strictly observed this rule; and my imagination this minute

represents before me a certain great man[7] famous for this talent, to

the constant practice of which he owes his twenty years' reputation of

the most skilful head in England, for the management of nice affairs. The

superiority of his genius consists in nothing else but an inexhaustible

fund of political lies, which he plentifully distributes every minute he

speaks, and by an unparalleled generosity forgets, and consequently

contradicts the next half-hour. He never yet considered whether any

proposition were true or false, but whether it were convenient for the

present minute or company to affirm or deny it; so that if you think to

refine upon him, by interpreting every thing he says, as we do dreams by

the contrary, you are still to seek, and will find yourself equally

deceived, whether you believe him or no: the only remedy is to suppose

that you have heard some inarticulate sounds, without any meaning at all.

And besides, that will take off the horror you might be apt to conceive

at the oaths wherewith he perpetually tags both ends of every

proposition: though at the same time I think he cannot with any justice

be taxed for perjury, when he invokes God and Christ, because he has

often fairly given public notice to the world, that he believes in

neither.

Some people may think that such an accomplishment as this, can be of no

great use to the owner or his party, after it has been often practised,

and is become notorious; but they are widely mistaken: Few lies carry the

inventor's mark; and the most prostitute enemy to truth may spread a

thousand without being known for the author. Besides, as the vilest

writer has his readers, so the greatest liar has his believers; and it

often happens, that if a lie be believed only for an hour, it has done

its work, and there is no farther occasion for it. Falsehood flies, and

Truth comes limping after it; so that when men come to be undeceived, it

is too late, the jest is over, and the tale has had its effect: like a

man who has thought of a good repartee, when the discourse is changed, or

the company parted: or, like a physician who has found out an infallible

medicine, after the patient is dead.

Considering that natural disposition in many men to lie, and in

multitudes to believe, I have been perplexed what to do with that maxim,

so frequent in every body's mouth, that "Truth will at last prevail."

Here, has this island of ours, for the greatest part of twenty years,

lain under the influence of such counsels and persons, whose principle

and interest it was to corrupt our manners, blind our understandings,

drain our wealth, and in time destroy our constitution both in Church and

State; and we at last were brought to the very brink of ruin; yet by the

means of perpetual misrepresentations, have never been able to

distinguish between our enemies and friends. We have seen a great part of

the nation's money got into the hands of those, who by their birth,

education and merit, could pretend no higher than to wear our liveries;

while others,[8] who by their credit, quality and fortune, were only able

to give reputation and success to the Revolution, were not only laid

aside, as dangerous and useless; but loaden with the scandal of

Jacobites, men of arbitrary principles, and pensioners to France; while

Truth, who is said to lie in a well, seemed now to be buried there under

a heap of stones. But I remember, it was a usual complaint among the

Whigs, that the bulk of landed men was not in their interests, which some

of the wisest looked on as an ill omen; and we saw it was with the utmost

difficulty that they could preserve a majority, while the court and

ministry were on their side; till they had learned those admirable

expedients for deciding elections, and influencing distant boroughs by

_powerful motives_ from the city. But all this was mere force and

constraint, however upheld by most dexterous artifice and management:

till the people began to apprehend their properties, their religion, and

the monarchy itself in danger; then we saw them greedily laying hold on

the first occasion to interpose. But of this mighty change in the

dispositions of the people, I shall discourse more at large in some

following paper; wherein I shall endeavour to undeceive those deluded or

deluding persons, who hope or pretend, it is only a short madness in the

vulgar, from which they may soon recover. Whereas I believe it will

appear to be very different in its causes, its symptoms, and its

consequences; and prove a great example to illustrate the maxim I lately

mentioned, that "Truth" (however sometimes late) "will at last prevail."

[Footnote 1: No. 14 in the reprint. [T.S.]]

[Footnote 2: Ovid, "Metamorphoses," xii. 56-61.

"The troubled air with empty sounds they beat.

Intent to hear, and eager to repeat.

Error sits brooding there, with added train

Of vain Credulity, and Joys as vain:

Suspicion, with Sedition joined, are near,

And Rumours raised, and Murmurs mixed, and panic Fear."

J. DRYDEN.

[T.S.]]

[Footnote 3: "Paradise Lost," v. 708-710. Milton makes Satan say: "We

possess the quarters of the North," and places his throne in "the limits

of the North." By speaking of a _western_ province Swift intends Ireland,

then under the government of the Earl of Wharton. This paper may be read

in connection with the 23rd number of "The Examiner," and the "Short

Character of Wharton" (vol. v., pp. 1-28). [T.S.]]

[Footnote 4: Fama was said to be a daughter of Terra. See Virgil,

"Aeneid," iv. 173-178. [T.S.]]

[Footnote 5: A reply to the insinuations that the Tories were sympathetic

to France, and that the Whigs were the true patriots. [T.S.]]

[Footnote 6: The reprint has "Exchange Alley." [T.S.]]

[Footnote 7: The Earl of Wharton. [T.S.]]

[Footnote 8: Refers to the Tories generally, and in particular to Sir

Thomas Osborne, Bart. (1631-1712), who was created Duke of Leeds in 1694.

In 1679, as Earl of Danby, he was impeached by the Commons, and

imprisoned in the Tower for five years. "He assisted greatly," says

Scott, "in the Revolution, yet continued a steady Tory, and avowed at

Sacheverell's trial, that, had he known the Prince of Orange designed

to assume the crown, he never would have drawn a sword for him."

[T.S.]]

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