"His friends in exile, or the Tower, "Himfelf within the frown of power; "Pursued by base invenom'd pens, "Far to the land of f and fens;

"A fervile race in folly nurs'd, "Who truckle moft, when treated worst. "By innocence and refolution, "He bore continual persecution; "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 heels.

"The Dean did, by his pen, defeat

"An infamous deftructive cheat;

Taught fools their interest 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 tuin; While they who at the steerage stood, "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 monster 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 difcarded, "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 ftrains of law, nor judges' frown, "Nor topics brought to please the crown, "Nor witness hir'd, no jury pick'd, "Prevail to bring him in convict.

"Remote from St. John, Pope, and Gay."

"In exile, with a fleady heart,

"He fpent his life's declining part;

"Where folly, pride, and faction fway,

"Alas, poor Dean! his only scope

"Was to be held a misanthrope.

"This into general odium drew him,

"Which if he lik'd, much good may't do bim.

"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 :"I fay no more-because he's dead."What writings has he left behind?"

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"The world must own it to their fhame, "The praife is bis, and theirs the blame.

"He gave the little wealth he had

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"To build a house for fools and mad; "To fhew, by one fatiric touch, "No nation wanted it fo much. "That kingdom he hath left his debtor, "I with it foon may have a better. "And, fince you dread no further labes, "Methinks you may forgive bis afbes.”

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"I hear they're of a different kind : "A few in verfe; but most in profe—” "Some bigh-flown pamphlets, I fuppofe :"All fcribbled in the worst of times, "To palliate his friend Oxford's crimes; "To praise queen Anne, nay more, defend her, "As never favouring the Pretender : "Or libels yet conceal'd from fight, "Against the court to fhew his spite: "Perhaps his travels, part the third ; "A lye at every second wordVOL. V.

But you learned doctors can make whom you choose fick :

And poor I myself was, when I withdrew, fick ;; For the smell of them made me like garlick and rue fick,

And I got through the crowd, though not let by a clue, fick.

Yet hop'd to find many (for that was your cue! fick ;

But there was not a dozen (to give them their due) fick,

And thofe, to be fure, ftuck together like glew, fick.

So are ladies in crowds, when they squeeze and they fcrew, fick.

You may find they are all, by their yellow pale hue,

fick;

THE Doctor's first rhyme would make any Jew fick :

I know it has made a fine lady in blue sick,
For which the is gone in a coach to Killbrew fick,
Like a hen I once had, from a fox when the flew
fick.

Laft Monday a lady at St. Patrick's did fpew fick,
And made all the reft of the folks in the pew fick ;
The furgeon who bled her, his lancet out drew
fick,

And ftopt the distemper, as being but new fick. The yacht, the last storm, had all her whole crew

fick;

Had we two been there, it would have made me and you fick :

A lady that long'd, is by eating of glew fick;
Did you ever know one in a very good Q_fick?
I'm told that my wife is by winding a clue fick ;
The doctors have made her by rhyme and by rue
fick.

There's a gamefter in town, for a throw that he
threw fick,

And yet the old trade of his dice he'll purfue fick; I've known an old mifer for paying his due fick; At prefent I'm grown by a pinch of my fhoe fick, And what would you have me with verfes to do

fick?

Send rhymes, and I'll fend you fome others in lieu fick.

Of rhymes I've a plenty,
And therefore send twenty.

Answered the fame day when fent, Nov. 23.

I defire you will carry both thefe to the Doctor, together with his own; and let him know we are not perfons to be infulted.

"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 strong cur*."

This morning I'm growing by fmelling of yew
fick;

My brother's come over with gold from Peru fick ; Lait night I came home in a storm that then blew fick;

This moment my dog at a cat I halloo fick ;
I hear, from good hands, that my poor coufin
Hugh's fick,

And now there's no more I can write (you'll ex-
By quailing a bottle, and pulling a screw fick :
You fee that I fcorn to mention word mufick.
cufe fick;

I'll do my best,

To fend the rest;
Without a jeft,

I'll ftand the teft.

Thefe lines that I fend you, I hope you'll peruse

fick;

I'll make you with writing a little more news fick : Last night I came home with drinking of booze fick;

My carpenter fwears that he'll hack and he'll hew fick;

An officer's lady, I'm told, is tattoo fick : afraid that the line thirty-four you will view

I'm

fick.

Lord! I could write a dozen more ; You fee, I've mounted thirty-four.

EPIGRA M

ON THE BUSTS IN RICHMOND HERMITAGE. 1732. "Sio fibi lætantur Docti "

WITH honour thus by Carolina plac'd,

W How are thefe venerable buitoes grac'd!

O Queen, with more than regal title crown'd,
For love of arts and piety renown'd!

The lines" thus marked" were written by Dr. Swift, at the bottom of Dr. Helfoam's twenty lines; and the following fourteen suere afterwards added on the fame paper. N.

+ Newton, Locke, Clarke, and Woolafion.

How do the friends of virtue joy to fee
Her darling fons exalted thus by thee!
Nought to their fame can now be added more,
Rever'd by her whom all mankind adore.

A CONCLUSION drawn from the above EPIGRAMS, and fent to the DRAPIER.

SINCE Anna, whofe bounty thy merits had fed, Ere her own was laid low, had exalted thy head; And fince our good Queen to the wife is fo juft, To raise heads for fuch as are humbled in duft; I wonder, good man, that you are not envaulted; Pr'ythee, go and be dead, and be doubly exalted.

DR. SWIFT'S ANSWER.

HER majefty never fhall be my exalter; And yet she would raise me, I know, by a halter!

VERSES LEFT WITH A SILVER
STANDISH

ON THE DEAN OF ST. PATRICK'S DESK
ON HIS BIRTH DAY.

H

BY DR. DELANY.

ITHER 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 pafs'd, Still hoping to have rest at last ; 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 flrolling Idleness to aid, But honest Industry decay'd. At length an artift purchas'd me, And wrought me to the shape you fee. This done, to Hermes I apply'd:

Small is the prefent, but fincere the friend.
Think not fo poor a book below thy care;
Who knows the price that thou canst make it bear?
Though tawdry 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, should provoke thy rage;
If, warn'd once more by their impending fate,
A fiuking country and an injur'd state
Thy great affiftance fhould again demand,
And call forth reafon to defend the land;
Then fhall we view these sheets with glad furprise
Infpir'd with thought, and fpeaking to our eyes:
Each vacant space shall then, enrich'd, difpenfe
True force of eloquence, and nervous sense ; ·
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 show no more;

"Be it my fate to ferve a fage, "The greatest genius of his age; "That matchlefs pen let me fupply, "Whose living lines will never die !" I grant your fuit, the God reply'd; And here he left me to refide.