long obfervation I have understood, The next is an infect we call a wood-worm, The omen is broken, the danger is over; Of a governing statesman or favourite whore : For our fear's at an end with the death of the ON WOOD THE IRONMONGER. 1725. SALMONEUS, as the Grecian tale is, He was in goal for debt. + Counterfeit balfpence. His wife and children wanted bread, When Jove, in pity to the town, WILL WOOD's PETITION TO THE PEOPLE OF IRELAND; Being an excellent New Song, fuppofed to be made and fung in the freets of Dublin, by William Wood, Ironmonger and Halfpenny-monger. 1725. My dear Irish folks, And buy up my halfpence fo fine; They'll fell, to my grief, Your children may play Come hither, and try; A pot of good ale for a farthing: I ask you no more, And a fig for the Drapier and Hardinge *. When tradefmen have gold, The thief will be bold, By night and by day for to rob him: No robber will touch, And so you may daintily bob him. *The Drapier's printer. The little blackguard, Who gets very hard His halfpence for cleaning your fhoes; He may fwear he has nothing to lofe. Here's halfpence in plenty, You will be my thankers, As good as Ben Burton or Fade *: But my pretty brafs, And then you'll be all of a trade. I'm a fon of a whore If I have a word more To fay in this wretched condition. Both high men and low men, and thick men and The foldier is ruin'd, poor man! by his pay; That ten times as much he must pay for his fhot; If he goes to the baker, the baker will huff, Again, to the market whenever he goes, Two famous bankers. Though at prefent he lives in a very large houfe There would then not be room in it left for a moul But the fquire's too wife, he will not take a foule Which, & The farmer, who comes with his rent in this caf For, in all the leafes that ever we hold, Which, & The wifeft of lawyers all fwear, they will warran No money but filver and gold can be current; And, fince they will fwear it, we all may be fure on't Which, & And I think, after all, it would be very ftrange To give current money for bafe in exchange, Like a fine lady swapping her moles for the mange Which, &c But read the king's patent, and there you will find 'That no man need take them but who has a mind For which we must say that his Majesty's kind. Which, & Now God blefs the Drapier who open'd our eyes Nay, farther, he fhows it a very hard cafe, That he and his halfpence fhould come to weigh down Our fubjects fo loyal and true to the crown; This book, I do tell you, is writ for your goods, Ye fhop-men, and trades-men, and farmers, go A SERIOUS POEM UPON WILLIAM WOOD, Braf, Tinker, Hardwareman, Coiner, Founder, and Efquire. Wats fees are o'ercome, we preferve them from ughter, To be betters of wood, and drawers of water. wn, it has often provok'd me to mutter, That a rogue fo abfcure thould make fuch a clutter: But ancient Philofophers wifely remark, That old rotten Wood will fhine in the dark. The Heathens, we read, had Gods made of Wood, Who could do them no harm, if they did them no But this idol Wood may do us great evil; [good: Their Gods were of Wood; but our Wood is the Devil. To cut down fine Wood, is a very bad thing; And yet we all know much gold it will bring. Then if cutting down Woodbrings money good flore, Our money to keep, let us cut down one more. New hear an old tale. There anciently stood forget in what church) an image of Wood. Concerning this image there went a prediction, It would burn a whole foreft; nor was it a fiction. Twas cut into faggots and put to the flame, burn an old Friar, one Foreft by name. Xy tale is a wife one, if well understood: Find you but the Friar; and I'll find the Wood. Thear, among scholars there is a great doubt From what kind of tree this Wood was hewn out. Teague made a good pun by a brogue in his speech; And faid, By my foul, be's the for of a BEECH. Sene call him a Thorn, the curfe of the nation, As Thorns were defign'd to be from the creation. Same think him cut out from the poisonous Yew, Stocath whofe ill fhade no plant ever grew. Se fay he's a Birch, a thought very odd; For one but a dunce would come under his rod. Bet il tell you the fecret; but pray do not blab; He is an old ftump cut out of a Crab; England has put this Crab to a hard ufe, Tudged our bones, and for drink give us verjuice; And therefore his witneffes juflly may boast, That none are more properly knights of the Poft. i ne'er could endure my talent to fmother; told you one tale, and I'll tell you another. Amer, to faften a faint in a nitch, Brda large asger-bole in the image's breech; finding the flatue to make no complaint, He would ne'er be convinc'd it was a true faint. Whenthetrae Wood arrives, as he foon will, no doubt, (that's but a fham Wood they carry about *) What he is made of you quickly may find, make the fame trial, and bore him bebind. Thaid you a groat, when you wimble his bum, He bellow as loud as the Devil in a drum. me, I declare, you fhall have no denial; And there can be no harm in making a trial: And, when to the joy of your hearts he has roar'd, You may show him about for a new greaning-board. Hear one ftory more, and then I will stop. dreamt Wood was told he should die by a drop; So methought he refolved no liquor to taste, TO DR. SHERIDAN. SIR, Dec. 14. 1719 †, 9 at night. It is impoffible to know by your letter whether the wine is to be bottled to-morrow, or no. If it be, or be not, why did not you, in plain Englih, tell us fo? For my part, it was by mere chance I came to fit with the ladies this night: And if they had not told me there was a letter from you; and your man Alexander had not gone, and come back from the deanry; and the boy here had not been fent to let Alexander know I was here; I fhould have miffed the letter outright. Truly I don't know who's bound to be fending for corks to ftop your bottles, with a vengeance. Make a page of your own age, and fend your man Alexander to buy corks; for Saunders already has gone above ten jaunts. Mrs. Dingley and Mrs. Johnson fay, truly they don't care for your wife's company, though they like your wine; but they had rather have it at their own houfe to drink in quiet. However, they own it is very civil in Mr. Sheridan to make the offer; and they cannot deny it. I wish Alexander fafe at St. Catharine's to-night, with all my heart and foul, upon my word and honour: But I think it bafe in you to fend a poor fellow out fo late at this time of year, when one would not turn out a dog that one valued; I appeal to your friend Mr. Connor. I would prefent my humble fervice to my lady Mountcafhel; but truly I thought fhe would have made advances to have been acquainted with me, as she pretended. But now I can write no more, for you fee plainly my paper is ended. 2 P. S. Mrs. Dingley defires me fingly [you; Her fervice to prefent you; hopes that will content But Johnson Madam is grown a fad dame, For want of converfe, and cannot send one verse. 3 P. S. You keep fuch a twattling with you and your bottling; But I fee the fum total, we fhall ne'er have a bottle; And I must be nimble, if I can fill my thimble. TO QUILCA, STELLA. A COUNTRY-HOUSE OF DR. SHERIDAN, In no very good Repair. 1725. LET me thy properties explain: Sloth, Dirt, and Theft, around her wait.. THE BLESSINGS OF A COUNTRY LIFE. 1725. FAR from our debtors; no Dublin letters; THE PLAGUES OF A COUNTRY LIFE. DR. SHERIDAN TO DR. SWIFT. I hope, as I ride to the town, it won't rain; And then I fhould be as ftupid as Kain. Who preach'd on three heads, though he mention'd but twain. Now Wardel's in hafte, and begins to complain; Your moft humble fervant, Dear Sir, I remain, T. S Get Heliham, Walmsley, Delany, And fome Grattans, if there be any*: Take care you do not bid too many. DR. SWIFT's ANSWER. THE verfes you sent on the bottling your wine With Delany or Dan I would fcorn to combine. With me you'll no more have a ftomach to dine As much as the Liffee's outdone by the Rhine; Or may your gown never be good Lutherine. I hope you will not think this a pafquine. A PORTRAIT FROM THE LIFE. COME fit by my fide, while this picture I draw: Has this any likeneis to good madam Sheridan? i. e. in Dublin. The feat of Lady Mountcafbel, near Dublin. Dr. Thomas Sheridan. Charles Ford of Woodpark, Efq. $ Reverend John Grattan. ¶ Reverend Dani! Jackson. : APON STEALING A CROWN, WHEN THE DEAN WAS ASLEEP. BY DR. SHERIDAN. DEAR Dean, fince you in fleepy wife Have end your mouth and clos'd your eyes; THE DEAN's ANSWER. about twelve at night, the punk as from the cully when Ke's drunk ; Ners contented with a treat, What her privilege to cheat. Nor can I the leaft difference find, at you left no clap behind. B je apart, restore, you capon ye, My twelve thirteens and fix-pence ha'penny. ou can fteal one, how 'twould pleafe ye! this I will not dine with Agmondifham †, And for his victuals let a ragman difh'em. THE STORM: MINERVA'S PETITION. PAAs, a goddess chaste and wife, Dending lately from the skies, ptane went, and begg'd in form hegod, who favour'd her request, A Larr hand, if e'er you found him Horte arriv'd, ne'er kept a wench: * A felling paffeth for thirteen pence in Ireland. Lady Mountcnfbel. And foam Vefey, Efq. a very worthy gentlefr when the Dean bad a great eficem. For, to fay truth, fhe did intend him, Then Proteus urg'd the fame request, But half in earnest, half in jeft; Said he" Great fovereign of the main, "To drown him all attempts are vain; "Horte can affume more forms than I, "A rake, a bully, pimp, or spy; "Can creep or run, or fly or fwim; "All motions are alike to him: "Turn him adrift, and you fhall find "He knows to fail with every wind; "Or, throw him overboard, he'll ride "As well against as with the tide. "But, Pallas, you've apply'd too late; "For 'tis decreed, by Jove and Fate, "That Ireland must be foon destroy'd, "And who but Horte can be employ'd? "You need not then have been fo pert, "In fending Bolton* to Clonfert. "I found you did it, by your grinning; "Your bufinefs is, to mind your spinning. "But how you came to interpofe "In making bifhaps, no one knows : "Or who regarded your report; "For never were you feen at court. "And if you must have your petition, "There's Berkeley + in the fame condition: "Look, there he ftands, and 'tis but juft, "If one muft drown the other muft;" "But, if you'll leave us bishop Judas, "We'll give you Berkeley for Bermudas. "Now, if 'twill gratify your fpight, "To put him in a plaguy fright, "Although 'tis hardly worth the coft, "You foon fhall fee him foundly toft. "You'll find him fwear, blafpheme, and damn "(And every moment take a dram) "His ghaftly vifage with an air "Of reprobation and defpair: "Or elfe fome hiding-hole he feeks, "For fear the reft fhould fay he squeaks; "Or, as Fitzpatrick ‡ did before, "Refolve to perifh with his whore; "Or elfe he raves, and roars, and fwears, "And, but for fhame, would fay his prayers, "Or, would you fee his fpirits fink, "Relaxing downwards in a ftink? "If fuch a fight as this can please ye, "Good madam Pallas, pray be easy, "To Neptune fpeak, and he'll confent; "But he'll come back the knave he went." The goddefs, who conceiv'd an hope That Horte was deftin'd to a rope, Believ'd it beft to condefcend To fpare a foe, to fave a friend: But, fearing Berkeley might be fear'd, She left him virtue for a guard. * Afterwards Archbishop of Cofbell. f Dr. George Berkeley, dean of Derry, and afterwards biflop of Clays e. Brigadier Fitzpatrick was drowned in one of the packet-boats in the bay of Dublin, in a great form. |