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Fellows of modest worth and parts,
With cheerful looks and honest hearts?
Can you on Dublin look with scorn?
Yet here were you and Ormond born.
O! were but you and I so wise,
To see with Robert Grattan's eyes!
Robin adores that spot of earth,
That literal spot which gave him birth;
And swears, " Belcamp is, to his taste,
As fine as Hampton-court at least.”
When to your friends you would enhance
The praise of Italy or France,

For grandeur, elegance, and wit,
We gladly hear you, and submit:
But then, to come and keep a clutter,
For this or that side of a gutter,
To live in this or t'other isle,
We cannot think it worth
For, take it kindly or amiss,

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The difference but amounts to this,

*Dr Corbet, afterwards Dean of St Patrick's, on the dea of Dr Maturine, who succeeded Dr Swift-Dublin Edit.

+ Robert and John Grattan, and John and Daniel Jackso

-H.

In Fingal, about five miles from Dublin.-H.

The soldier smiling hears the widow's cries, And stabs the son before the mother's eyes. With like remorse his brother of the trade, The butcher, fells the lamb beneath his blade.

The statesman rakes the town to find a plot, And dreams of forfeitures by treason got. Nor less Tom-t-d-man, of true statesman mould, Collects the city filth in search of gold.

Orphans around his bed the lawyer sees, And takes the plaintiff's and defendant's fees. His fellow pick-purse, watching for a job, Fancies his finger's in the cully's fob.

The kind physician grants the husband's prayer Or gives relief to long expecting heirs.

The sleeping hangman ties the fatal noose,
Nor unsuccessful waits for dead men's shoes.

The grave divine, with knotty points perplext, As if he was awake, nods o'er his text: While the sly mountebank attends his trade, Harangues the rabble, and is better paid.

w nen by experience one would do? 'Tis true, say they, cut off the head, And there's an end; the man is dead; Because, among all human race,

None e'er was known to have a brace:
But confidently they maintain,

That where we find the members twain,
The loss of one is no such trouble,
Since t'other will in strength be double.
The limb surviving, you may swear,
Becomes his brother's lawful heir:
Thus, for a trial, let me beg of
Your reverence but to cut one leg off,
And you shall find, by this device,
The other will be stronger twice;
For every day you shall be gaining
New vigour to the leg remaining.
So, when an eye has lost its brother,
You see the better with the other.
Cut off your hand, and you may do
With t'other hand the work of two:
Because the soul her power contracts,
And on the brother limb reacts.

But yet the point is not so clear in
Another case, the sense of hearing:
For, though the place of either ear
Be distant, as one head can bear?