From Dublin foon to London fpread, "Tis told at court, "The Dean is dead." And Lady Suffolk *, in the spleen, Runs laughing up to tell the queen. The queen, fo gracious, mild, and good, Cries, "Is he gone! 'tis time he fhould. "He's dead, you fay; then let him rot. "I'm glad the medals † were forgot. "I promis'd him, I own; but when? "I only was the princess then, "But now, as confort of the king, "You know, 'tis quite another thing."

Now Chartres, at Sir Robert's levee,
Tells with a fneer the tidings heavy:
"Why, if he dy'd without his fhoes,"
Cries Bob, "I'm forry for the news:
"Oh, were the wretch but living ftill,
"And in his place my good friend Will!
"Or had a mitre on his head,
"Provided Bolingbroke were dead!"

Now Curll his fhop from rubbish drains:
Three genuine tomes of Swift's remains!
And then, to make them pafs the glibber,
Revis'd by Tibbald's, Moore, and Cibber.
He'll treat me as he does my betters,
Publish my will, my life, my letters;
Revive the libels born to die:
Which Pope muft bear, as well as I.

Here fhift the fcene, to reprefent
How those I love my death lament.
Poor Pope will grieve a month, and Gay
A week, and Arbuthnot a day.

St. John himfelf will fcarce forbear
To bite his pen, and drop a tear.
The reft will give a fhrug, and cry,
"I'm forry-but we all inuft die!"
Indifference, clad in Wifdom's guise,
All fortitude of mind fupplies:
For how can ftony bowels melt
In those who never pity felt!
When we are lath'd, they kifs the rod,
Refigning to the will of God.

The fools, my juniors by a year,
Are tortur'd with fufpenfe and fear;
Who wifely thought my age a fcreen,
When death approach'd, to ftand between:
The fcreen remov'd, their hearts are trembling;
They mourn for me without diffembling.

My female friends, whofe tender hearts Have better learn'd to act their parts, Receive the news in doleful dumps: "The Dean is dead: (Pray what is trumps?) "Then, Lord have mercy on his foul! "(Ladies, I'll venture for the vole.) "Six Deans, they fay, muft bear the pall: "(I wish I knew what king to call.) "Madam, your hufband will attend "The funeral of fo good a friend. "No, madam, 'tis a fhocking fight; "And he's engag'd to-morrow night: My Lady Club will take it ill,

"If he fhould fail her at quadrille.

"He lov'd the Dean-(1 lead a heart.) "But dearest friends, they fay, must part.

* Mrs. Howard, at one time a favourite with the Dean. + Which the Dean in vain expected, in return for

Small prefent be bad fent to the princess.

"His time was come; he ran his rate;
"We hope he's in a better place."

Why do we grieve that friends fhould die?
No lofs more cafy to fupply.
One year is paft; a different scene!
No farther mention of the Dean,
Who now, alas! no more is mifs'd,
Than if he never did exift.
Where's now the favourite of Apollo?
Departed:-and his works must follow;
Muft undergo the common fate;
His kind of wit is out of date.

Some country fquire to Lintot goes,
Inquires for Swift in verfe and profe.
Says Lintot, "I have heard the name;
"He dy'd a year ago."-" The same."
He fearches all the shop in vain.

Sir, you may find them in Duck-lane: "I fent them, with a load of books, "Laft Monday, to the paftry-cook's. "To fancy they could live a year! "I find you're but a stranger here. "The Dean was famous in his time, "And had a kind of knack at rhyme. "His way of writing now is paft: "The town has got a better taste. "I keep no antiquated stuff; "But fpick and fpan I have enough. "Pray, do but give me leave to fhow 'em: "Here's Colley Cibber's birth-day poem. "This ode you never yet have seen,

By Stephen Duck, upon the queen. "Then here's a letter finely penn'd "Against the Craftfman and his friend: "It clearly fhows that all reflection "On minifters is difaffection.

Next, here's Sir Robert's vindication, "And Mr. Henley's laft oration. "The hawkers have not got them yet "Your honour please to buy a fet?

"Here's Wolfton's tracts, the twelfth edition; "'Tis read by every politician: "The country-members, when in town, "To all their boroughs fend them down: "You never met a thing fo fmart; "The courtiers have them all by heart: "Thofe maids of honour who can read, "Are taught to use them for their creed. "The reverend author's good intention "Hath been rewarded with a pension *: "He doth an honour to his gown, "By bravely running pricft-craft down: "He fhows, as fure as God's in Gloucefter, "That Mofes was a grand impoftor; "That all his miracles were cheats, "Perform'd as jugglers do their feats: "The church had never fuch a writer; "A fhame he hath not got a mitre!" Suppofe me dead; and then fuppofe A club affembled at the Rofe; Where, from difcourfe of this and that, I grow the fubject of their chat. And while they tofs my name about, With favour fome, and fome without; One, quite indifferent in the cause, My character inpartial draws.

• Wolfion is here confounded with Woolaftom

Twa he that writ the Drapier's letters!"He bould have left them for his betters;

* Weblia hundred aller men,

Norried Abend upon his pen.

Say what you will about his reading,
its never can defend his breeding;
Who, in his tires running riot,
Could never leave the world in quiet;
Attaling, when he took the tubim,
Meals, comp—all one to him.-
bly would he, except he flobber'd,
Gleder patriu great Sir Robert,
♣ VLazil aid the fovereign power
olated nation every hour!
What of evil he unravels
fas,le's, lying travels,
paring his own dergy sluth,
late it, lika moth!"
Pep I may allow the Dean
Heltre much fatire in his vein,

And fear'd determin'd not to flarve it,
bank to age could more deferve it.
Yet all never was his aim;
Helix vice, but fpar'd the name.
Notabatowald refent,
Wherecheado is equally were meant:
Hidan pat no defect,

ortals may correct;
edhe iniciofs tribe
Well be nour when they gibe:
Hislump or crooked note,

Awards it not up for beaux.
Tammira & Alliefs inov'd his pity,
*t offer'd to be witty.
* The ate their ignorance confeft,
Her finded with a jet;
But hard to hear an idcot quote
Averts from Horace learn'd by rote.
Vifteler can be abash'd,
Calle er ritul`d, or left'd.

fat it, who's to blame?
Farther knows you, nor your name.
al vir expect to 'fcape rebuke,
Date its enner is a duke?
Handhips, fill to few confin'd,
Wartalmas of the middling kind;
Notes frank, or murgrel breed,
Woon would pass for lords indeed:
Varet les give no right or power,
age is a wither'd dower;
have deem'd it a difgrace,
Anchowch had known his face.
Geraldniren, that kingdom's bane,
Bevorder is wrath in vain:

fures to market brought, kl-* (a souls and **** for nought: VOL. IX.

"The *
go joyful back,
"To rob the church, their tenants rack;
"Go fnacks with ***** juftices,
"And keep the peace to pick up fees;
"In every jobb to have a thare,
"A gaol or turnpike to repair;
"Aud turn *
to public roads
"Commodious to their own abodes.

"He never thought an honour done him, "Becaufe a peer was proud to own him; "Would rather flip afide, and choose "To talk with wits in dirty fhoes; "And fcorn the tools with ftars and garters, "So often feen careffing Chartres. "He never couried men in flation, "Nor perfons held in admiration, "Of no man's greatnefs was afraid, Because he fought for no man's aid. "Though trufted long in great affairs,

He gave himfelf no haughty airs: "Without regarding private ends, "Spent all his credit for his friends; "And only chote the wife and good; "No flatterers; no allies in blood. "But fuccour'd virtue in diftrefs, "And feldom fail'd of good fuccefs; "As numbers in their hearts muft own, "Who, but for him, had been unknown.

"He kept with princes due decorum; "Yet never flood in awe before 'em. "He follow'd David's leffon juft; "In princes never put his truft:

"And, would you make him truly four,
Provoke him with a flave in power.
"The Irish fenate if you nam'd,
"With what impatience he declaim'd!
"Fair LIBERTY was all his cry;
"For her he food prepar'd to die;
"For her he boldly flood alone;
"For her he oft' expos'd his own.
"Two kingdoms, juft as faction led,
"Had fet a price upon his head;
"But not a traitor could be found,
"To fell him for fix hundred pound.

"Had he but fpar'd his tongue and pen, "He might have rofe like other men: "Eut power was never in his thought, "And wealth he valued not a great : "Ingratitude he often found,

"And pity'd thofe who meant the wound; "But kept the tenor of his mind, "To merit well of human-kind; "Nor made a facrifice of thofe "Whe ftill were true, to please his foes. "He labour'd many a fruitlefs hour, "To reconcile his friends in power; "Saw mifchief by a faction brewing, "While they purfaed each other's ruin. "But, finding vain was all his care, "He left the court in mere defpair.

"And, oh! how fhort are human schemes !

"Here ended all our golden dreams.

"What St. John's fkill in ftate affairs,

"What Ormond's valour, Oxford's cares,

"To fave their finking country lent,

"Was all deftroy'd by one event.

"Too foon that precious life was ended, "On which alone our weal depended.

K

"When up a dangerous faction starts, "With wrath and vengeance in their hearts; "By folemn league and covenant bound, "To ruin, flaughter, and confound; "To turn religion to a fable, "And make the government a Babel; "Pervert the laws, difgrace the gown, "Corrupt the fenate, rob the crown; "To facrifice old England's glory,

And make her infamous in ftory: "When fuch a tempeft fhook the land, "How could unguarded virtue ftand!

"With horror, grief, defpair, the Dean "Beheld the dire destructive scene: "His friends in exile, or the Tower, "Himself within the frown of power; "Pursued by bafe invenom'd pens, "Far to the land of f-- and fens; "A fervile race in folly nurs'd, "Who truckle most, when treated worst. "By innocence and refolution, "He bore continual perfecution; "While numbers to preferment rofe, "Whose merit was to be his foes; "When ev'n bis own familiar friends, "Intent upon their private ends, "Like renegadoes now he feels, "Against bim lifting up their beels.

"The Dean did, by his pen, defeat "An infamous deftructive cheat; "Taught fools their intereft how to know, "And gave them arms to ward the blow. "Envy hath own'd it was his doing, "To fave that hapless land from ruin; "While they who at the fteerage ftood, "And reap'd the profit, fought his blood. "To fave them from their evil fate, In him was held a crime of state. "A wicked monfler on the bench, "Whofe fury blood could never quench; "As vile and profligate a villain, "As modern Scroggs, or old Treffilian; "Who long all juftice had discarded, "Nor fear'd be God, nor man regarded; "Vow'd on the Dean his rage to vent, "And make him of his zeal repent: "But heaven his innocence defends,

"The grateful people ftand his friends; "Not trains of law, nor judges' frown, "Nor topics brought to pleafe the crown, Nor witnefs hir'd, nor jury pick'd, "Prevail to bring him in convict. "In exile, with a steady heart, "He spent his life's declining part "Where folly, pride, and faction sway,

Remote from St. John, Pope, and Gay." "Alas, poor Dean! his only scope "Was to be held am fanthrope. "This into general odium drew him, "Which if he lik'd, much good may't do him. "His zeal was not to lash our crimes,

But difcontent against the times: "For, had we made him timely offers « To raise his poft, or fill his coffers, "Perhaps he might have truckled down, "Like other brethren of his gown; "For party he would fcarce have bled:Ifay no more—because he's dead.

"What writings has he left behind ?""

"I hear they're of a different kind: "A few in verfe; but most in profe-" "Some high-flown pamphlets, I suppose :— "All fcribbled in the worst of times, "To palliate his friend Oxford's crimes; "To praife queen Anne, nay more, defend her, "As never favouring the Pretender: "Or libels yet conceal'd from fight, "Against the court to fhow his fpite: "Perhaps his travels, part the third; "A lie at every fecond word"Offenfive to a loyal ear:"But not one fermon, you may fear."

"He knew an hundred pleafing ftories,
"With all the turns of Whigs and Tories:
"Was cheerful to his dying-day;
"And friends would let him have his way.
"As for his works in verfe or profe,
"I own myself no judge of thofc.
"Nor can I tell what critics thought them;
"But this I know, all people bought them,
"As with a moral view defign'd,
"To pleaf and to reform mankind:
"And, if he often mifs'd his aim,

"The world muft own it to their fame,
"The praife is bis, and theirs the blame.
"He gave the little wealth he had
"To build a house for fools and mad;
"To fhow, by one fatiric touch,
"No nation wanted it so much.
"That kingdom he hath left his debtor,
"I wish it foon may have a better.
"And, fince you dread no further lafees,
"Methinks you may forgive bis afbes."

AN EPISTLE TO TWO FRIENDS'.
TO DR. HELSHAM.

SIR,

[fick

No. 23, at night, 1731 WHEN I left you, I found myself of the grape's juice I'm fo full of pity, I never abuse fick ; And the patienteft patient that ever you knew fick Both when I am purge-fick, and when fam fpew-fick I pitied my cat, whom I knew by her mew fick; She mended at first, but now the's a-new fick. Captain Butler made fome in the church black and blue fick ; [all pew-fick Dean Crofs, had he preach'd, would have made Arc not you, in a crowd when you sweat and few

fick?

[fick

Lady Santry got out of the church when he grew
And, as fast as fhe could, to the deanry flew fick.
Mifs Morice was (I can affure you 'tis true) fick
For, who would not be in that numerous crew fick
Such mufic would make a fanatic or Jew fick,
Yet, ladies are feldom at ombre or lue fick:
Nor is old Nanny Shales, whene'er fhe does brew,
My footman came home from the church of a brui
fick,

(fick

And look'd like a rake, who was made in the itew

This medley (for it cannot be called a poem) is given as a fpecimen of thofe bagatelles for which the Dea bath perhaps been too feverely cenfured. Some, ubus were fill more exceptionable, "are suppressed.

Ted's firft rhyme would make any Jew fick:

thas made a fine lady in blue fick, wich he is gone in a coach to Killbrew fick, barn I once had, from a fox when the flew fick. at Monday a lady at St. Patrick's did fpew fick, made all the rest of the folks in the pew fick; Age who bled her, his lancet out drew fick, the diffemper, as being but new fick. recht, the laft form, had all her whole crew [and you fick : Hat we two been there, it would have made me Aby that kingd, is by eating of glew fick As ever know one in a very good Qlick?

d that my wife is by winding a clue fick; doctors have made her by rhyme and by rue [threw fick, Tagameter in town, for a throw that he the old trade of his dice he'll purfue fick; an old mifer for paying his due fick; I'm grown by a pinch of my fhoc fick, would you have me with verfes to do fick? , and I'll fend you fome others in lieu Gf rhymes I've a plenty, [fick. And therefore fend twenty. Afwered the fame day when fent, Nov. 23. are you will carry both thefe to the doctor, with his own; and let him know we are ps to be infuited.

"Can you match with me,
"Who fend thirty-three?
"You must get fourteen more,

To make up thirty-four:

But, if me you can conquer,

"I'll own you a ftrong cur *.' mering I'm growing by fmelling of yew Mother's come over with gold from Peru fick;

"Terlan “ thus mark d," avere written by Dr. at the tim of Dr. Hlfcam's twenty lines; and pf wrteen were afterwards added on the fume

Newton, Locke, Clarke, and Woolafton.

Think not fo poor a book below thy care;
Who knows the price that thou can't make it bear?
Though taudry now, and like Tyrilla's face,
The fpecious front fhines out with borrow'd grace;
Though pafte-boards, glittering like a tinfel'd coat,
A rafa tabula within denote:

Yet, if a venal and corrupted age,

And modern vices, fhould provoke thy rage;
If, warn'd once more by their impending fate,
A finking country and an injur'd state
Thy great afliftance fhould again demand,
And call forth reafon to defend the land;
Then fhall we view thefe fheets with glad furprise
Infpir'd with thought, and fpeaking to our eyes:
Each vacant space fhall then, enrich'd, difpenfe
True force of eloquence, and nervous fenfe;
Inform the judgment, animate the heart,
And facred rules of policy impart.

The fpangled covering, bright with fplendid ore,
Shall cheat the fight with empty fhow no more;
But lead us inward to thofe golden mines,
'Where all thy foul in native luftre fhines.
So when the eye furveys fome lovely fair,
With bloom of beauty grac'd, with fhape and air;
How is the rapture heighten'd, when we find
Her form excell'd by her celeftial mind!

VERSES LEFT WITH A SILVER STANDISH

ON THE

DEAN OF ST. PATRICK's DESK,

ON HIS BIRTH-DAY.

BY DR. DELANY.

HITHER from Mexico I came,
To ferve a proud Iernian dame :
Was long fubmitted to her will;
At length fhe loft me at quadrille.
Through various fhapes I often pass'd,
Still hoping to have reft at laft;
And ftill ambitious to obtain
Admittance to the patriot dean;
And fometimes got within his door,
But foon turn'd out to ferve the poor*;
Not ftrolling idleness to aid,
But honeft industry decay'd.
At length an artist purchas'd me,
And wrought me to the fhape you fee.
This done, to Hermes I apply'd:
"O Hermes! gratify my pride;
"Be it my fate to ferve a fage,
"The greateft genius of his age;
"That matchiefs pen let me fupply,
"Whofe living lines will never die!"
I grant your fuit, the God reply'd;
And here he left me to refide.

Delany fends a filver standish,
When I no more a pen can brandish.
Let both around my tomb be plac'd,
As trophies of a mufe deceas'd:
And let the friendly lines they writ,
In praife of long-departed wit,
Be grav'd on either fide in colurns,
More to my praise than all my volumes,
To burft with envy, fpite, and rage,
The Vandals of the prefent age.

THE

BEASTS CONFESSION TO THE PRIEST, On obferving bow most men mistake their own tart

1732.

WHEN beafts could fpeak (the learned fay,
They ftill can do so every day),

It seems, they had religion then,
As much as now we find in men.
It happen'd, when a plague broke out
(Which therefore made them more devout),
The king of brutes (to make it plain,
Of quadrupeds I only mean)
By proclamation gave command,
That every fubject in the land
Should to the priest confefs their fins
And thus the pious wolf begins:

faft:

Good father, I muft own with fhame, That often I have been to blame: I must confefs, on Friday laft, Wretch that I was! I broke my But I defy the bafeft tongue To prove I did my neighbour wrong; Or ever went to feck my food By rapine, theft, or thirt of blood.

The afs, approaching next, confefs'd, That in his heart he lov'd a jeft: A wag he was, he needs must own, And could not let a dunce alone; Sometimes his friend he would not spare, And might perhaps be too fevere : But yet, the work that could be faid, He was a wit both born and bred; And, if it be a fin or fhame, Nature alone must bear the blame: One fault he hath, is furry for't, His ears are half a foot too fhort; Which could he to the ftandard bring, He'd fhow his face before the king: Ther for his voice, there's none difputes That he's the nightingale of brutes.

The fwine with contrite heart allow'd, His fhape and beauty made him proud; In diet was perhaps too nice, But gluttony was ne'er his vice: In every turn of life content. And meekly took what fortune fent : Inquire through all the parish round, A better neighbour ne'er was found: His vigilance might fome difpleate; 'Tis true, he hated floth like peafe.

The mimic ape began his chatter, How evil tongues his life befpatter: Much of the cenfuring world complain', Who faid, his gravity was feign'd: