(1) KIND Lady Suffolk in the Spleen, Runs laughing up to tell the ** The * *fo Gracious, Mild, and Good, Cries, "Is he gone? 'Tis time he shou❜d. "He's

(1) Mrs Howard, afterwards Countess of Suffolk, then of the Bed-chamber to the Queen, profeffed much Favour for the Dean. The Queen then Princefs, fent a dozen times to the Dean (then in London) with her Command to attend her ; which at last he did, by Advice of all his Friends. She often fent for him afterwards, and always treated him very Graciously. He taxed her with a Prefent worth Ten Pounds, which she promised before he should return to Ireland, but on his taking Leave, the Medals were not ready

(2) Now, Chartres at Sir R's Levee, Tells, with a Sneer, the Tidings heavy :

(1) The Medals were to be fent to the Dean in four Months, but

(2) Chartres is a most infamous, vile Scoundrel, grown from a Foot-Boy, or worse, to a prodigious

Fortune

"Why, is he dead without his Shoes?

(1) (Cries B*) "I'm Sorry for the News;

Oh,

Fortune both in England and Scotland: He had a Way of infinuating himself into all Minifters under every Change, either as Pimp, Flatterer, or Informer. He was Tryed at Seventy for a Rape, and came off by facrificing a great Part of bis Fortune (he is fince dead, but this Poem ftill preferves the Scene and Time it was writ in.)

(1) Sir Robert Walpole, Chief Minister of State, treated the Dean in 1726, with great Distinction, invited him to Dinner at Chelsea, with the Dean's Friends chofen on Purpofe; appointed an Hour to talk with him of Ireland, to which Kingdom and People the Dean found him no great Friend; for be defended Wood's Project of Half-pence, &c. The Dean would fee him no more; and upon his next Year's return to England, Sir Robert on an accidental Meeting, only made a civil Compliment, and never invited him again.

Oh, were the Wretch but living ftill,

(1) And, in his Place my good Friend Will Or, had a Mitre on his Head

(2) Provided Bolingbroke were dead.

(1) Mr. William. Pultney, from being Mr. **'s intimate Friend, detefting bis Adminiftration, became his mortal Enemy, and joyned with my Lord Bolingbroke, to expofe him in an excellent. Paper, called the Craftsman, which is still continued.

(2) Henry St. John, Lord Viscount Boling broke, Secretary of State to Queen Anne of bleffed Memory. He is reckoned the moft Univerfal Genius in Europe; *dreading his Abilities, treated him most injuriously, working with

* who forgot his Promife of restoring the faid Lord, upon the restless Importunity of

(1) Now, Curl his Shop from Rubbish drains; Three genuine Tomes of Swift's Remains. And then, to make them pass the glibber, (2) Revis'd by Tibbalds, Moore, and Cibber He'll

(1) Curl, bath been the most infamous Bookfeller of any Age or Country: His Character in Part may be found in Mr. POPE'S Dunciad. He published three Volumes all charged on the Dean, who never writ three Pages of them: He bath ufed many of the Dean's Friends in almost as vile a Manner.

(2) Three ftupid Verfe Writers in London, the laft to the Shame of the Court, and the highest Difgrace to Wit and Learning, was made Laureat. Moore, commonly called Jemmy Moore, Son of Arthur Moore, whofe Father was Faylor of Monaghan in Ireland. See the Character of Jemmy Moore, and Tibbalds, Theobald in the Dunciad.