He became, as we all know, a dean,--but never a bishop, and was therefore wretched.

Thackeray describes him as a clerical highwayman, seizing on all he could get.

But "the great prize has not yet come.

The coach with the mitre and crozier in it, which he intends to have for _his_ share, has been delayed on the way from St.James's; and he waits and waits till nightfall, when his runners come and tell him that the coach has taken a different way and escaped him.

So he fires his pistol into the air with a curse, and rides away into his own country;"-- or, in other words, takes a poor deanery in Ireland.
Thackeray explains very correctly, as I think, the nature of the weapons which the man used,--namely, the words and style with which he wrote.
"That Swift was born at No.