CARBERI RUPES in comitatu Corgagenfi apud Hibernicos. Scripfit Jun. Ann. Dom. 1723. ECCE ingens fragmen scopuli, quod vertice fummo Defuper impendet, nullo fundamine nixum, 5 ΙΟ 16 Sæpe etiam fpelunca immani aperitur hiatu Exefa è fcopulis, et utrinque foramina pandit, Hinc atque hinc a ponto ad pontum pervia Phoebo. Cautibus enormè junctis laquearia tecti Formantur; moles olim ruitura fupernè. Fornice fublimi nidos pofuere palumbes, Inque imo stagni pofuere cubilia phocæ. Sed, cum fævit hyms, et venti, carcere rupto, 20 Immenfus volvunt fluctus ad culmina montis, Non obfeffe arces, non fulmina vindice dextrâ Miffa Jovis, quoties inimicas fævit in urbes, VOL. VIII. F Exæquant Exæquant fonitum undarum, veniente procellâ : Gramina dum carpunt pendentes rupe capellæ, Pifcator terrâ non audit vellere funem ; Sed latet in portu tremebundus, et, aëra fudum Haud fperans, Nereum precibus votifque fatigat. 25 30 *** [We have added a tranflation of the proceeding poem for the benefit of our Englith readers. It is done by Mr. W. Dunkin, M. A. for whom our fuppofed author hath expreffed a great regard on account of his ingenious performances, although unacquainted with him. ] CARBERY ROCKS in the county of Cork Ireland, O! from the top of yonder cliff, that shrouds 5 Hangs a huge fragment; deftitute of props, For For long the whirling winds and beating tides 10 Now yields the bafe, the fummits nod, now urge Their headlong course, and lash the founding furge. Not louder noife could fhake the guilty world, When Jove heap'd mountains upon mountains. hurl'd; Retorting Pelion from his dread abode, To crufh earth's rebel-fons beneath the load, Oft too with hideous yawn the caverns wide Prefent an orifice on either fide, A difmal orifice from sea to fea Extended, pervious to the god of day: 20 High on the cliff their nefts the woodquefts make, And fea-calves ftable in the oozy lake. But when bleak Winter with his fullen train 25 Awakes the winds to vex the watʼry plain; When o'er the craggy steep without control, Big with the blaft, the raging billows roll; Not towns beleaguer'd, not the flaming brand, Darted from heav'n by Jove's avenging hand, Oft as on impious men his wrath he pours, Humbles their pride, and blafts their gilded tow'rs, Equal the tumult of this wild uproar: ვი Waves rufh o'er waves, rebellows fhore to fhore. The neighb'ring race, though wont to brave the fhocks Of angry feas, and run along the rocks, 35. The goats, while pendent from the mountain-top The wither'd herb improvident they crop, F 2 40 Wafh Wafh down the precipice with fudden fweep, Leave their fweet lives beneath th' unfathom'd deep. Though fafe, yet trembling in the harbour lies, Wearies with vows the monarch of the main. 45 Upon the Horrid PLOT difcovered by HARLEQUIN, the Bishop of ROCHESTER'S French dog *. In a dialogue between a Whig and a Tory. Written in the year 1723. afk'd a Whig the other night, Said I, from thence I nothing know; Whig. But you must know this dog was lame. - 5 ΙΟ * See the proceedings in parliament against Dr. Atterbury the Bihep of Rochester, State trials, vol. 6. -- -He was tried by the Lords for a plot against the government, deprived of his bifhopric, banisted his native country, and died in France, Feb. 15, 1732. Tory. Tory. A weighty argument indeed! Can howl, and bark, but never fpoke. Tory. I'm ftill to feek, which dog you mean; Or t'other puppy that was drown'd, Tr Mafon, that abandon'd bitch : That all the noife they made was barking.. 15 20 25. 30 35. Whig. Befides this horrid plot was found. By Neynoe, after he was drown'd. Tory. Why then the proverb is not right, Since you can teach dead dogs to bite. Whig. I prov'd my propofition full: 40% But Jacobites are ftrangely dull. Now let me tell you plainly, Sir, Our witness is a real cur, A dog of spirit for his years, 45 Has twice two legs, two hanging ears ; His name is Harlequin, I wot, And that's a name in every plot : F 3 50 His |