In return to her fcorn, I fent her diseases; An ELEGY on the much lamented death of of Mr. DEMAR, the famous rich ufurer,. who died the 6th of July 1720*. Written in the year 1720. KNnow all men by these prefents, Death the tamer- Plutus the god of wealth will joy to know 5 10. He walk'd the streets, and wore a threadbare cloak; Where'er he went, he never faw his betters; 15 Lords, knights, and 'fquires, were all his humble debtors; This elegy was a fubject started and partly executed in company, confifting of Swift and Stella, and a few friends. Every one threw in a hint; and Stella's were the 31ft, 32d, 33d, and 34 h lines. And under hand and feal the Irish nation Were force'd to own to him their obligation. 20 He that could once have half a kingdom bought, In half a minute is not worth a groat. His coffers from the coffin could not fave Nor all his int'reft keep him from the grave. A golden monument would not be right, Because we wish the earth upon him light. Oh London tavern! thou haft loft a friend, 25 Tho' in thy walls he ne'er did farthing fpend: He touch'd the pence when others touch'd the pot; The hand that fign'd the mortgage paid the fhot. 30 Old as he was, no vulgar known disease The fexton fhall green fods on thee bestow: * A tavern in Dublin where Demar kept his office. See an epitaph on this mifer, vol. vii. p. 301. The The Run upon the BANKERS. Written in the year 1720. I THE bold incroachers on the deep II. The multitude's capricious prank's Money,, the life-blood of the nation, Unless a proper circulation Its motion and its heat maintains, IV Becaufe 'tis lorldly not to pay,. V. We want our money on the nail ; The birds are met to ftrip the jays. Riches, the wifeft monarch + fings, They fly like bats on parchment wings, No money left for fquand'ring heirs! Bills turn the leaders into debtors : That they had never known their letters *. Conceive the works of midnight-hags, IX. Conceive the whole inchantment broke; With power no more than other folk, X. So powerful are a bankers bills, Where creditors demand their due ; They break up counters, doors, and tills, XI. Thus when an earthquake lets in light, Unable to endure the fight, He hides within his darkest cell.. XII. As when a conj'rer takes a leafe The tenant's in a difinal cafe, Whene'er the bloody bond ‡ appears. 25 ვა 35 40 45 It is fid of Nero, that when he first came to the imperial dig. nity from the tutorage of Seneca, being asked to fign a warrant for an execution, he wished he could not write. + Witches were tabled to torinent the alfent, by roafting or otherwie ill treating their images in wax. Thefe contracts were always fuppofed to be figned with blood. XIII. A XIII. A baited banker thus defponds, From his own hand forefees his fall; They have his foul who have his bonds; 'Tis like the writing on the wall *. XIV. How will the caitiff wretch be fear'd, When firft he finds himself awake At the laft trumpet, unprepar'd, And all his grand account to make? For in that univerfal call 50 55 Few bankers will to heav'n be mounters: They'll cry, Ye thops upon us fall, 60 Conceal and cover us, ye counters: XVI. When other hands the fcales fhall hold, Produce'd with all their bills and gold, The DESCRIPTION of an IRISH FEAST, tranflated almoft literally out of the original Irish. Tranflated in the year 1720. Rourk's noble fare Will ne'er be forgot, By thofe who were there, * Mene mene tekel upharfin. |