Our Boat is now fail'd to the Stygian ferry,
There to fupply old Charon's leaky wherry :
Charon in him will ferry fouls to hell;
A trade our Boat *hath practis'd here so well:
And Cerberus hath ready in his paws
Both pitch and brimstone, to fill up his flaws.
Yet, fpite of death and fate, I here.maintain
We may place Boat in his old poft again.
The way is thus; and well deferves your thanks:
Take the three strongest of his broken planks,
Fix them on high, confpicuous to be feen,
Form'd like the triple-tree near Stephen's-green t;
And, when we view it thus with thief at end on 't,
We'll cry; look, here's our Boat, and there's the pendants
HERE lies judge Boat within a coffin;
Pray, gentle-folks, forbear your scoffing.
A Boat a judge! ves; where's the blunder ? ⠀
A wooden judge is no fuch wonder.
And in his robes, you must agree,
No Boat was better deckt than he.
'Tis needlefs to describe him fuller; .
In short, he was an able sculler.
In condemning malefactors, as a judge. + Where the Dublin gallows ftands.
ROM Venus born, thy beauty shows;
But who thy father, no man knows;
Nor can the skilful herald trace
The founder of thy ancient race;
Whether thy temper, full of fire,
Discovers Vulcan for thy fire,
The god who, made. Scamander boil,
And round his margin fing'd the foil
(From whence, philofophers agree,
An equal power defcends to thee);
Whether from dreadful Mars you claim
The high defcent from whence you came,
And, as a proof, fhew numerous fcars
By fierce encounters made in wars,
Thofe honourable wounds you bore
From head to foot, and all before,
And still the bloody field frequent,
Familiar in each leader's tent;
Or whether, as the learn'd contend,
You from the neighbouring Gaul descend;
Or from Parthenope the proud,
Where numberless thy votaries croud
Whether thy great forefathers came.
From realms that bear Vefputio's name
(For fo conjecturers would obtrude ;.
And from thy painted fkin conclude);
*This name is plainly an anagram.
Whether, as Epicurus fhows,
The world from juftling feeds arose,
Which, mingling with prolific strife.
In chaos, kindled into life:
So your production was the fame,
And from contending atoms came.
Thy fair indulgent mother crown'd
Thy head with sparkling rubies round :
Beneath thy decent steps the road
Is all with precious jewels ftrow'd.
The bird of Pallas knows his post,
Thee to attend, where'er thou goest.
Byzantians boaft, that on the clod
Where once their Sultan's horse hath trod,
Grows neither grass, nor fhrub, nor tree :
The fame thy fubjects boast of thee!
The greatest lord, when you appear,
Will deign your livery to wear,
In all the various colours feen
Of red and yellow, blue and green.
With half a word, when you require,
The man of bufinefs muft retire.
The haughty minister of state
With trembling muft thy leifure wait;
And, while his fate is in thy hands,
The bufinefs of the nation ftands.
Thou dar'ft the greatest prince attack,
Canft hourly fet him on the rack;
And, as an inftance of thy power,
Inclofe him in a wooden tower,
With pungent pains on every fide:
So Regulus in torments dy'd.
From thee our youth all virtues learn,
Dangers with prudence to difcern;
And well thy fcholars are endued
With temperance, and with fortitude;
With patience, which all ills fupports;
And fecrefy, the art of courts.
The glittering beau could hardly tell,
Without your aid, to read or spell;
But, having long convers'd with you,
Knows how to write a billet-doux.
With what delight, methinks, I trace
Your blood in every noble race!
In whom thy features, fhape, and mien,
Are to the life diftinctly seen!
The Britons, once a favage kind,
By you were brighten'd and refin'd,
Defcendants to the barbarous Huns,
With limbs robust, and voice that stuns :
But you have moulded them afresh,
Remov'd the tough fuperfluous flesh,
Taught them to modulate their tongues,
And fpeak without the help of lungs.
Proteus on you beftow'd the boon
To change your visage like the moon ;
You fometimes half a face produce,
Keep t' other half for private use.
How fam'd thy conduct in the fight
With Hermes, fon of Pleias bright!
Out-number'd, half encompafs'd round,
You ftrove for every inch of ground;
Then, by a foldierly retreat,
"Retir'd to your imperial feat.
The victor, when your steps he trac❜d,
Found all the realms before him wafte:
You, o'er the high triumphal arch
Pontific, made your glorious march;
The wondrous arch behind you fell,
And left a chafm profound as hell:
You, in your capitol fecur'd,
A fiege as long as Troy endur'd.
WELL, if ever I faw fuch another man fince my
You a gentleman! marry come up! I wonder where you were bred.
I'm fure fuch words do not become a man of your cloth; I would not give fuch language to a dog, faith and troth. Yes, you call'd my mafter a knave: fie, Mr. Sheridan! 'tis a fhame
For a parfon, who fhould know better things, to come out with fuch a name.
Knave in your teeth, Mr. Sheridan! 'tis both a fhame and a fin;
And the Dean my master is an honefter man than you
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