In return to her fcorn, I fent her diseases;
But will now be her friend, whenever the pleases:
And the gifts I beftow'd her will find her a lover, 105
Though the lives to be grey as a badger all over.

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-
By mortgage hath fecur'd the corpfe of Demar;
Nor can four hundred thoufand Sterling pound.
Redeem him from his prifon under ground.
His heirs might well, of all his wealth poffeft,
Bestow to bury him one iron cheft.

Plutus the god of wealth will joy to know
His faithful fteward in the fhades below..

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He walk'd the streets, and wore a threadbare cloak;
He din'd and fupp'd at charge of other folk :
And by his looks, had he held out his palms,
He might be thought an object fit for alms;
So, to the poor if he refus'd his pelf,
He us'd them full as kindly as himself.

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.

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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.

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Old as he was, no vulgar known disease
On him could ever boast a power to feife;
But as his gold he weigh'd, grim death in spight
Caft in his dart, which made three moidores light;
And as he faw his darling money fail,
Blew his laft breath to fink the lighter fcale.
He who fo long was current. 'twould be ftrange 35
If he should now be cry'd down fince his change.

The fexton fhall green fods on thee bestow:
Alas! the fexton is thy banker now.
A difmal banker must that banker be,
Who gives no bills but of mortality *.

* A tavern in Dublin where Demar kept his office. See an epitaph on this mifer, vol. vii. p. 301.

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The Run upon the BANKERS.

Written in the year 1720.

I

THE bold incroachers on the deep
Gain by degrees huge tracts of land,
Till Neptune with one general sweep
Turns all again to barren ftrand.

II.

The multitude's capricious prank's
Are faid to reprefent the feas;
Which breaking bankers and the banks,
Refume their own whene'er they please.

Money,, the life-blood of the nation,
Corrupts and ftagnates in the veins,

Unless a proper circulation

Its motion and its heat maintains,

IV

Becaufe 'tis lorldly not to pay,.
Quakers and aldermen in ftate.
Like peers have levees ev'ry day
Of duns attending at their gate.

V.

We want our money on the nail ;
The banker's ruin'd if he pays:
They feem to act an ancient tale

The birds are met to ftrip the jays.
VI.

Riches, the wifeft monarch + fings,
"Make pinions for themfelves to fly:"

They fly like bats on parchment wings,
And geefe their filver plumes fupply.
VII.

No money left for fquand'ring heirs!

Bills turn the leaders into debtors :
The wifh of Nero now is theirs,

That they had never known their letters *.
VIII.

Conceive the works of midnight-hags,
Tormenting fools behind their backs :
Thus bankers o'er their bills and bags
Sit fqueezing images of wax †.

IX.

Conceive the whole inchantment broke;
The witches left in open air,

With power no more than other folk,
Expos'd with all their magic ware.

X.

So powerful are a bankers bills,

Where creditors demand their due ;

They break up counters, doors, and tills,
And leave the empty chests in view.

XI.

Thus when an earthquake lets in light,
Upon the god of gold and hell,

Unable to endure the fight,

He hides within his darkest cell..

XII.

As when a conj'rer takes a leafe
From Satan for a term of years,

The tenant's in a difinal cafe,

Whene'er the bloody bond ‡ appears.

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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.

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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?
XV.

For in that univerfal call

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Few bankers will to heav'n be mounters:

They'll cry, Ye thops upon us fall,

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Conceal and cover us, ye counters:

XVI.

When other hands the fcales fhall hold,
And they in men and angels fight

Produce'd with all their bills and gold,
Weigh'd in the balance, and found light.

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,
Or thofe who were not,

* Mene mene tekel upharfin.