Oh! but I forgot; perhaps, by this time you may have one come to town, but I don't know whether he be friend or foe, Lely but, however, if he come, bring him down, and you frail go back in a fortnight, for I know there no delaying ye. Oh! I forgot too; 1 believe there may be one more: I mean that great fat joker, frien1 Eelfum, te That wrote the prologue, and if you ftay with hi, depend on 't, in the ord he'll sham ye. Bring down Long Shanks Jm too; but, row I think on 't, he's not yet come from Courtown, I fancy's For I heard, a month ago, that he was down there a courting My N. ney. However, bring down yourfelf, and you bring down all; for to fay it we may venture, In thee Delany's fpleen, John's mirth, Helfam's jokes, and the foft foul of amorous Jemmy, GEORGE-NIM-DAN-DEAN TO GEORGE-NIM-DAN-DEAN, Efq. Upon his incomparable VERSES, &c, By Dr. DELANY, in SHERIDA's Name†. AIL, human compound quadrifarious, Invincible as Wight Briareus! Hail! doubly-doubled nighty merry one, Stronger than triple-body'd Geryon ! O may your vaftnefs deign t' excufe The praises of a puny Mufe, Unable in her utmost fight, To reach thy huge Colon an height. T'attempt to write lise thee were frantic, Whofe lines are, like thyfelf, gigantic. Yet let me blefs, in humbler train,' Thy vaft, thy bold Cambyfan vein, Pour'd out t'enrich thy native ille, went to be with Nile. As Egypt Ca, how I joy to fee thee wander, * One fjoken by yrung Putland, in 1720, befor polytus; In which Dr. Sheridan (who had suritten a prologue for the cecapon) was mo? unexpectedly and egregiously laughed at. Both the prologues are printed in the Supplement to Swift's Works.” N. †Thefe were all written in circles. Loud, yet agreeable withal, Against thy verfe Time fees with pain, Thou haft alone the fkill to feast Oh thou, of all the Nine in pir'd! Thy Mufe, majestic in her rage, Thy verf―(Ye Gods! I cannot bear it) ' is like yes, 'tis very like it, 'Twill appear, to your coft, you are fairly trepann'd, For the chord of your circle is now in their band; ON DAN JACKSON'S PICTURE, CUT IN SILK AND PAPER. fle chord, or the radius, it matters not whether,nd defy'd her to draw bin fo oft' as he Lady Betty, Dan fat for his picture, By which your jade Pegafus, fixt in a tether, ON DR. SHERIDAN'S By Mr. George Richfort. mufick and poetry equally bleft, piqu'd her. He knew the 'd no pencil or colouring by her, her. Come fit, fays my Lady; then whips up her And cuts out his coxcomb in flk in a trice, Sir. But flatter'd himself with a fecret conceit, She rais'd up a thread to the jet of his jaw-bone; And if Lady Betty had drawn him with wig and 'Tis certain the copy had out-done the original. Well, that 's but my outfide, fays Dan with vapour. WITH much and potto, mot humbly ac- Say you fo, fays my Lady; I 've lin’d it with A dreft: « Great Author of harmony, verfes, and light! "Toy fouch for my numbers, or list to my "ftrains; "Thy manual fignet refuses to put "To the airs I produce from the pen or the gut. "Be thou then propitious, great Phœbus; and "grant Relief, or reward, to my merit, or want. "Though the Dean and Delany tranfcendently «mine, Obrighten one folo or fonnet of mine! paper. PATR. DELANY fcult. ON THE SAME PICTURE NLARISSA draws her feiffars from the cafe, draw the lines of poor Dan Jackson's face. One floping cut made forehead, nofe, and chin;) "With them I'm content thou fhould't make Transferr'd itself into his pafte-board head, Whilft every line of face does bring G. ROCHFORT, fculp But yet, methinks, though with difgrace ON THE SAME PICTURE. WHILST you three merry poets traffic To give us a defcription graphic But when I would find rhyme for Rochfort, And look in English, French, and Scotch for 't, At laft I'm fairly forc'd to hotch for 't. Bid Lady Betty recollect her, And tell, who was it could dire& her I must confefs, that as to me, Sirs, 'Tis true, no nofe could come in better; Shew me the brightest Irish toast, Above a fong, or two at moft; Who from her lover e'er could boast For thee three poets now are drudging all Both to the picture and the face, I should name them who do rehearse For if Dan love not Sherry, can Or fhould Dan be by Sherry o'erta'en, MR. ROCHFORT'S REPLY. OU fay your face is better hung } To praife the cheeks, chin, nofe, the bridge and all, Yohan ours by what? by note or tongue? Both of the picture and original. Thy nofe's length and fame extend So far, dear Dan, that every friend Tries who fhall have it by the end. And future poets, as they rife, Shall read with envy and furprise Thy nofe outshining Celia's eyes. JON. SWIFT. DAN JACKSON'S DEFENCE. "My verfe little better you'll find than my face is, "A word to the wife-ut pictura poejis." Tech me Dryladao s beter hung, Combin'd in verfe to rhyme it down, In not explaining, you are wrong to us, Sir. merry. You call'd Dan one half, and t'other half Sherry : But be that as 'twill, you'll know more anon, When Sheridan fends to Merry Dan answer. "Cedo jam, miferæ cognofcens præmia rixæ, TO you victorious and brave, Moft humbly fues for pardon; Who when I fought still cut me down, Pursued and laid me hard on. Now lowly, crouch'd I cry peccavi, For you, my conqueror and my king, Will fhew yourself a lion. Alas! Sir, I had no def gr, But was unwarily drawn in; and bold, Sir. 'Twas the damn'd 'fquire with the hard name ; The de'el too that ow'd me a fhame, Dan's noble mettle, Sherry bafe; dull pedant! As to your fpelling, let me fee, Vol. V. has lead on 't. The devil and Delany ; They tempted me t' attack your highness, And then, with wonted wile and flynefs, They left me in the lurch: Unhappy wretch! for now, I ween, S s |