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A FRIENDLY APOLOGY FOR A CERTAIN JUSTICE OF PEACE,

BY WAY OF DEFENCE OF HARTLEY HUTCHINSON, ESQ.

"But he by bawling news about,
And aptly using brush and clout,
A justice of the peace became,

To punish rogues who do the same."

HUDIE.

BY JAMES BLACK-WELL, OPERATOR FOR THE FEET.

ISING the man of courage try'd,
O'errun with ignorance and pride,
Who boldly hunted out disgrace
With canker'd mind and hideous face;
The first who made (let none deny it),
The libel-vending rogues be quiet.

The fact was glorious, we must own,
For Hartley was before unknown,
Contemn'd I mean;-for who would choose
So vile a subject for the Muse?

'Twas once the noblest of his wishes
To fill his paunch with scraps from dishes,
For which he'd parch before the grate,
Or wind the jack's slow-rising weight,
(Such toils as best his talents fit)
Or polish shoes, or turn the spit;
But, unexpectedly grown rich in
'Squire Domvile's family and kitchen,
He pants to eternize his name
And takes the dirty road to fame;
Believes that persecuting wit
Will prove the surest way to it;

So,

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The Libel feels his first attack;

He calls it a seditious paper,

Writ by another patriot Drapier ;

Then raves and blunders nonsense thicker
Than alderman o'ercharg'd with liquor;
And all this with design, no doubt,
To hear his praises hawk'd about;
To send his name through every street,
Which erst he roam'd with dirty feet;
Well pleas'd to live to future times,
Though but in keen satiric rhymes.

So, Ajax, who, for aught we know,
Was justice many years ago,
And minding then no earthly things,
But killing libellers of kings;
Or, if he wanted work to do,

To run a bawling news-boy through;
Yet he, when wrapp'd up in a cloud,
Entreated father Jove aloud,
Only in light to show his face,
Though it might tend to his disgrace.
And so the Ephesian villain fir'd
The temple which the world admir'd,
Contemning death, despising shame,
To gain an ever-odious name,

* Colonel Ker, a Scotchman, lieutenant-colonel to lord Harrington's regiment of dragoons, who made a news-boy evidence against the printer, F.

HORACE,

IF

HORACE, PART OF BOOK I. SAT. VI.*

PARAPHRASED. 1733.

F noisy Tom should in the senate prate, "That he would answer both for church and state; And, further to demonstrate his affection, Would take the kingdom into his protection:" All mortals must be curious to inquire,

Who could this coxcomb be, and who his sire? "What! thou, the spawn of him who sham'd our isle,

Traitor, assassin, and informer vile!

Though by the female side § you proudly bring, To mend your breed, the murderer of a king: What was thy grandsire,||but a mountaineer, Who held a cabin for ten groats a year:

Whose master Moore ¶ preserv'd him from the halter!

Forstealing cows; nor could he read the Psalter!

* Qui promittit, cives, urbem sibi curæ,
Imperium fore, & Italiam, & delubra Deorum;
Quo patre sit natus, num ignota matre inhonestus,
Omnes mortales curare, & quærere cogit.
Tune Syri, Damæ, aut Dionysi filius audes
Dejicere è saxo cives, aut tradere Cadmo?

Sir Thomas Prendergast. F.

HOR. i. Sat. vi. 34-39.

The father of sir Thomas Prendergast, who engaged in a plot to murder king William III; but, to avoid being hanged, turned informer against his associates, for which he was rewarded with a good estate, and made a baronet. F.

§ Cadogan's family. F.

A poor thieving cottager under Mr. Moore, condemned at Clonmell assizes to be hanged for stealing cows. F.

The grandfather of Guy Moore, esq. who procured him a pardon. F.

Durst

*

Durst thou, ungrateful from the senate chace Thy founder's grandson, and usurp his place? Just heaven! to see the dunghill bastard brood Survive in thee, and make the proverb good ?† Then vote a worthy citizen ‡ to jail

In spite of justice, and refuse his bail!"

VERSES SENT TO THE DEAN ON HIS BIRTH-DAY,

WITH PINE'S HORACE FINELY BOUND.

BY DR. J. SICAN.

-(Horace speaking.)

YOU'VE read, sir, in poetic strain,
How Varus and the Mantuan swain
Have on my birth-day been invited,
(But I was forc'd in verse to write it)

Guy Moore was fairly elected member of parliament for Clonmell; but sir Thomas, depending upon his interest with a certain party then prevailing, and since known by the title of parsonhunters, petitioned the house against him; out of which he was turned upon pretence of bribery, which the paying of his lawful debts was then voted to be. F.

F.

"Save a thief from the gallows, and he will cut your throat."

Mr George Faulkner. Mr. serjeant Bettesworth, a member of the Irish parliament, having made a complaint to the house of commons against the "Satire on Quadrille," they voted Faulkner the printer into custody (who was confined closely in prison three days, when he was in a very bad state of health, and his life in much danger) for not discovering the author. F.

§ This ingenious young gentleman was unfortunately murdered N.

in Italy.

Upon

Upon a plain repast to dine,

And taste my old Campanian wine;
But I, who all punctilios hate,
Though long familiar with the great,
Nor glory in my reputation,
Am come without an invitation;
And, though I'm us'd to right Falernian,
I'll deign for once to taste Iernian;
But fearing that you might dispute
(Had I put on my common suit)
My breeding and my politesse,
I visit in my birthday dress;
My coat of purest Turkey red,
With gold embroidery richly spread;
To which I've sure as good pretensions,
As Irish lords who starve on pensions.
What though proud ministers of state
Did at your antichamber wait;

What though your Oxfords and your St. Johns,
Have at your levee paid attendance;
And Peterborow and great Ormond,

With many chiefs who now are dormant,
Have laid aside the general's Staff,
And public cares, with you to laugh;
Yet I some friends as good can name,
Nor less the darling sons of fame;
For sure my Pollio and Mæcenas
Were as good statesmen, Mr. Dean, as
Either your Bolingbroke or Harley,
Though they made Lewis beg a parley;
And as for Mordaunt, your lov'd hero,
I'll match him with my Drusus Nero.
You'll boast, perhaps, your favourite Pope;
But Virgil is as good, I hope,

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