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I thus begin : My grateful Muse
With Dennis you did ne'er combine, Salutes the Dean in dinerent views;
Not you, to steal your master's wine ; Dean, butler, usher, jetter, tutor ;
Except a bottle now and then, *Robert and Darby's coadjutor:
To wclcome brother serving-inen: And, as you in commission fit,
But that is with a good deigo, To rule the dairy next to fKit.
To drink Sir Arthur's health aod nije; In each capacity I mean
Your master's honour to maintain, To fing your praise. And first as Dean: And get the like returps agais. Envy muit own, you understand your
Your i uther's poit mult next be harded: Precedence, and support your grandeur ; How bless'd am I by such a man led! Nor of your rank will bate an ace,
Under whose wife and careiul gliarditip Except to give Dean Daniel place.
I now despise fatigue and hardthip: In you such dignity appears ;
Familiar grown to oirt aid wei, So fuited to your state and years !
Though daggled round, I scorn to fret: With dadies what a !trict decorum!
From you my chamber-damfots learn With what devotion you adore 'ein!
My broken hoie to patch and dearn, Treat me with so much complaisance,
Now as a je er 1 accolt you; As fits a princess in roniarce!
Which never yet one friend has loft you. By your example and assistance,
You judge so nicely to a hair, The fellows learn to know their distance.
How far to go, and when to fpare ; Sir Arthur, since you set the pattern,
By long experience grown so wife, No longer calls me (nipe and pattern;
Of every tafie to know the lze ; Nor dares he, though he were a duke,
There is none so ignorant or weak Ofend me with the least rebuke.
To take offence at what you speak. Proceed we to your preaching next : Whene'er you joke, 'tis all a case How nice you split the harde it text!
Whether with Dermot, or His Grace ; How your superior learning Mines
With Teague C'Murphey, or an Earl ;' Above our neighbouring du!l divines !
A ducheis, or a kitchen-girl. At Beggars' Opera not so full pit
With such dexterity you bit Is feen, as when you mount our pulpit.
Their several talents with your wit, Consider now your conversation :
That Moll the chamber-maid can finoke, Regardful of your age and liation,
And Gabagan take every joke. You ne'er was known, by passion stirrd,
I now become your bumble suitor To give the last offentive word;
To let me praise you as my tuter g. But itill, whene'er you silence break,
Poor 1, a favage bred and bor), Watch every syllable you speak :
By you instructed every morn, Your style so clear, and so concise,
Alri ady have im proy'd so well, We never ask to hear you twice,
That I have almost learnt to spell: But then, a parfon fo genteel,
The neighbours who come here to dige, So nicely clad from head to heel;
Admire to hear me speak to fine. So fine a gowi, a band so clean,
How enviously the ladies look, As well become St, Patrick's Dean,
When they surprise me at my book! Such reverential awe express,
And sure as they're alive at night, That cow-boy's know you by your dress! As foon as gone will now their Tpight : Then, if our neighbouring friends come here, Good lord! what can my lady mean, How proud are we when you appear,
Convering with that rufty Dean! With such address and graceful port,
She's grown ii nice, and so perurica!y As clearly thews you bred at court!
With Socrates and Epicurius. Now raise your fpirits, Mr. Dean,
How could the fit the live-long day, I lead you to a nobler scene,
Yet never ask us once to play? When to the vault you walk in state.
But I admire your patience moft; In quality of butler's-mate;
That when I'm duller than a post, You next to FDennis bear the sway :
Nor can the plaineft word pronounce, To you we often trust the key :
You neither fume, nor rret, nor fiounce; Nor can he judge with all his art
Are fo indulgent, and so mild,
As if I were a darling child,
* He sometimes used to walk with the lady. F. And what may serve a common guest.
+ The' neighbouring ladies were re great settings
standers of raillery. F. * The names of two overseers.
Te clown that cut down the old there a:.H.
ket-Hill.' See above, p. 366. of My lady's foot mar The author freached but once whil? he w?s $ In bad weather the auther wed to dire
lady in her reading. F. there.
$ The builer.
So gentie is your whole proceeding,
For 'tis profane when sexes mingle; That I could spend my life in reading.
And every nymph must enter fingle, You merit new employments daily :
And when the feels an inward motion, Our thatcher, ditcher, gardener, baily.
Come filled with reverence and devotion. And to a genius fo extensive
The bathful maid, to hide our blush, Nor work is grievous or offensive ;'
Shall creep no more behind a burh ; Whether your fruitful fancy lies
Here urobferv'd the boldly goes, To make for pigs convenient ttyes ;
As who should say, to pluck a rose. Or ponder loog with anxious thought
Ye who frequent this hallow'd scene,
Be not ungrateful to the Dean;
Offer to him a pure libation
Or billet-doux, or lock or hay:
And, oh! may all who hither come; ench charming #butter never man made. Return with unpolluted thumb! Let others with fanatic face
Yet, when your lofty domes I praise, Talk of their milk for buites of grace;
I sigh to think of ancient days. From rubs their snufting nontense útter :
Permit me then to raise my style, Thy nilk shall make us iubs of butter.
And swee#ly moralize awhile. The bishop with his foct may burn itt,
Thee, bounteous goddess Cloacine, But with his hand the Dean can churn it.
To temples why do we confine ? How are the servants overjoy'd
Forbid in open air to breathe, To see thy Deanship thuis employ'd!
Why are thine altars fixt beneath ? Indicad of poring on a book,
When Saturn rul'd the Bcies alone Providing butter for the cook!
(That golden age to gold unknown); Three niorning-hours you toss and Make This earthly globe, to thee aflign'd, The bottle till your fingers ache :
Receiv'd the gifts of all mankind. Hard is the toil, nor small the art,
Ten thousand altars (moaking round The butter from the whey to part:
Were built to thee with offerings crown'd; Behold a frothy substance rife;
And here thy dily votaries plac'd Be cautious, or your bottle flies.
Their sacrifice with zeal and haste: The butter comes, our fears are ceas'd;
The margin of a purling stream And out you squeeze an ounce at least.
Sent up to thee a grateful team Your Reverence thus, with like success (Though sometimes thou wert pleas'd to wink, (Nor is your file or labour less),
If Naiads swept them from the brink). When bent upon foine smart lainpoon,
Or where appointing lovers rove, Will toss and turn your brain till noon;
The shelter of a shady grove ; Which, in its jumbling; round the ikull,
Or, offer'd in some Howery vale, Dilates and makes the vessel full :
Were wasted by a gentle gaic : While nothing comes but froth at firat,
There many a tlower abiter' ve grew, You think your giddy head will busst;
The favourite flowers of yellow hue ; But, squeezing out four lines in rhyme,
The crocus, and the daffodil, Are largely paid for ail your time.
The cowlip soft, and sweet jonquil, But you have rais'cl your generous mind
But when at lait ufurping Jove To works of more exalted kind.
Old Satura from his empire drove ; Pilladio was not half fo kill'd in
Then giuitory with greasy paws The grandeur or the art of building,
Her napkin pinn’d up to her jaws, Two temples of magnific size
With watery chaps, and wagging ching Attrad the curious traveller's eyes,
Brac d like a drum her oily skin; That might be envy'd by the Greeks;
Wedg'd in a spacious elbow-chair; Raii'd up by you in twenty weeks :
And on her pla:e a treble Mare, Here gentle goddes; (loacine
As if the ne'er could have enough, Receives all offerings at her hrine.
Taught harmless man'to cram and stuff. Jii feparate cells the he's and he's
She sent her priest in wooden shoes
From haughty Gaul to make raçoos;
To dress their soups and fricasseer;
This l_rated harpy, sprung from hell,
Confn'd thee, goddess, to a cell: † It is a common ving, when the milk burns-tor | Contemners of thy rights divine.
Sprung from her wonb that impious line, chutine devil cr tre 1:11.0p has fet his foot in it, the First, lolling feth in woollen cap de vil having been called biflicp of hell. F.
Taking her after-didaer nap: VOL, V.
Pale dreply with a fallow face,
Ye great-ones, why will ye disdain
Yet some devotion ftill remains
Hither, by luckless error led,
Be witnefs for me, nymph d vine,
But stop, ambitious Muft, in time,
Me Phrbus ir a midnight dream
* boy one bei:le, te make butter.
Mrs. Dixox. ije houfo-koejer.
II. By disputing, I will never,
To convince you, once endeavour,
I will never contradict you.
I will new no anger needless.
I will ne'er object a word.
I will grieve, and hold my tongue.
* Will I ever tell be!ore ye :
When you quite mistake the meaning,
You can taste my verse or prose.
While I teach, and you forget.
on, and blunder.
And in tref: place all your merit;
T'hat with me all break no squares.
Till you please to ask me thrice :
Thus we both mall have our ends,
THE REVOLUTION AT MARKET-HILL,
An odd triumvirate of friends ;
By fallion banish'd, here unite,
Proud Baronet of Nova Scotia !
And then in surly mood came here i To fifteen hundred pounds a year, ! And fierce against the Whigs barangu’d?
You never ventur'd to be hang'd.
Come, Spaniard, let us from our farms
These gaudy shoes muft Hannah place
They place before him gloves and shoes;
But let us on our first aftult
For Hannah, when we have no need of ber,
* Dr. Swift,
fórved ard lived long in Spain. See p. 399.
Sir Arthur Acheson
Why must he fputter, spawi, and saver it Who o’er eacla ftring and wirs prefide,
Fill every pipe, each motion guide ;
Directing every vice we End
R. Why, Tom, I think the case is plain; Sent from the dark insersal region,
In him they lodge, and make him legione
Of brethren be 's a fat, e accuser ;
A flanderer, traitor, and seducer;
A fawwing, baie, trepancing liar;
The inarks peculiar of his fr..
Cr, grant him but a drone at best,
A drope can raise a hornet's neft.
The Dean had felt ibeir stings before ;
And muit their malice ne'er give o'er? T. Yet many a wretch in Bedlam knows Still fwarm and buzz about bis pole? How to distinguish friends from foes;
But Ireland's friends ne'er wanted foes,
A patriot is a dangerous poft,
When wanted by his country moit ;
Perversely comes in cvil times,
His guilt is clear, the proofs are pregnant ;
A traitor to the vice regrant.
What spirit, fince the world began,
Could always bear to jirive with man? Whence come these inconfiftent fits?
Which God pronounc'd, he never would,
T. Agreed: and yet, when Towzer snaps Yet still the Dean on freedom raves ;
His fpirit always ftrives with Naves.
And let them rot, or hang, or link.
"RAULUS, of amphibious breed, He barks as fast as he can utter.
Motley fruit of mungrel feed;
By the dam from lordlings fprung,
Think on every vice in both;
Look on him, and lee their growth.
View him on the inother's ide,
Fill'd with falle nood, spleen, and pride ;
Changing still, and till adhering ;
Spiteful, peevith, rude, untoward,
When his friends he most is hard on,
Reputation ever teari: g,
Ever dearest friendthip swearing;
Always various, always wrong;
Provocation never waits,
Where he loves, or where he bates;
Talks whate'er comes in his head;
Wishes it were all unfaid.
Let me now the vices trace,
From the father's scoundrel race.
Who could give the looby such airs? To work whose end; bis madness pimps; Were they mafens, were they butchers? * This is the usual excuse of Traulus, when he Herald, lend the Muse an answer
From his atavus and grandfire : abiajes you 10 others without provocation,
THE SECOND PART.