Behold the awful bench on which he fat;
He was as hard and pond'rous wood as that:
Yet, when his fand was out, we find at laft,
That death has overfet him with a blast.
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 brimftone 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;
And when we view it thus with thief at end on't, 35
We'll cry, Look, there's our Boat, and there's the
pendent.
HERE lies Judge Boat within a coffin:
Pray gentlefolks forbear your fcoffing.
A Boat a judge! yes, where's the blunder?
A wooden judge is no fuch wonder.
And in his robes you muft agree,
No Boat was better deck'd than he.
'Tis needlefs to describe him fuller,
In fhort, he was an able fculler†.
In hanging people as a judge.
Where the Dublin gallows ftands.
Query, Whether the author meant scholar. “and wilfully miflook?
A receipt to reftore STELLA's youth.
Written in the year 1724-5.
'HE Scottish hinds, too poor to houfe
In frofty nights their ftarving cows,
While not a blade of grafs or hay
Appears from Michaelmas to May,
Muft let their cattle range in vain
For food along the barren plain.
Meagre and lank with fafting grown,
And nothing left but skin and bone;
Expos'd to want, and wind, and weather, ·
They just keep life and foul together,
Till fummer-fhow'rs and ev'ning's dew
Again the verdant glebe renew;
And as the vegetable rife,
The famifh'd cow her want fupplies:
Without an ounce of laft year's flefh
Whate'er the gains is young and fresh;
Grows plump and round, and full of mettle,
As rifing from Medea's kettle,
With youth and beauty to inchant
Europa's counterfeit gallant
Why, Stella, fhould you knit your brow,
If I compare you to the cow?
'Tis juft the cafe; for you have fasted
So long, till all your flesh is wafted,
And muft against the warmer days
Be fent to Quilca † down to grafe;
* Jupiter is fabled to have ftolen Europa in the fhape of a bull.
Dr. Sheridan's houfe, feven or eight miles from Dublin.
Where mirth, and exercife, and air,
Will foon your appetite repair :
The nutriment will from within,
By human kind, but flesh and blood?
And if your flesh and blood be new,
You'll be no more the former you;
But for a blooming nymph will pass,
Juft fifteen, coming fummer's grafs,
Your jetty locks with garlands crown'd:
While all the 'fquires for nine miles round,
Attended by a brace of curs,
With jocky boots and filver spurs,
No lefs than juftices o' quorum,
Their cow-boys bearing cloaks before 'em,
Shall leave deciding broken pates,
To kifs your steps at Quilca gates.
But left you fhould my fkill difgrace,
Come back before you're out of cafe:
For if to Michaelmas you ftay,
The new-born flesh will melt away;
The 'fquires in fcorn will fly the house
For better game, and look for groufe;
But here, before the froft can mar it,
We'll make it firm with beef and claret.
WHITSHED'S motto on his coach*.
LIBERTAS ET NATALE SÖLUM.
Liberty and my native country.
Written in the year 1724.
IIbertas et natale folum :
Fine words! I wonder where you ftole 'em.
Could nothing, but thy chief reproach,
Serve for a motto on thy coach?
But let me now thy words tranflate:
Natale folum, my estate;
My dear eftate, how well I love it;
My tenants, if you doubt, will prove it:
They fwear I am fo kind and good,
I hug them, till I fqueeze their blood.
Libertas bears a large import :
Firft, how to fwagger in a court;
And, fecondly, to thew my fury
Against an uncomplying jury;
And, thirdly, 'tis a new invention
To favour Wood, and keep my pension;
And, fourthly, 'tis to play an odd trick,
Get the great feal, and turn out Brod❜rick;
And, fifthly, (you know whom I mean)
To humble that vexatious Dean;
And, fixthly, for my foul to barter it †,
For fifty times its worth, to Carteret ‡.
Now fince your motto thus you conftrue,
I must confefs you've spoken once true.
Libertas et natale folum,
You had good reafon, when you ftole 'em.
The noted Chief Justice who twice profecuted the Drapier, and diffolved the grand jury for not finding the bill against him. See his letters, in vol. 3. and 4.
† (i.e. Liberty to barter his foul.
Lord Carteret, Lord Lieutenant of Ireland.
Sent by Dr. DELANY to Dr. SWIFT, in order to be admitted to fpeak to him, when he was deaf.
Written in the year 1724.
Ear Sir, I think 'tis doubly hard,
Your ears and doors fhould both be barr'd.
Can any thing be more unkind?
Muft I not fee, 'caufe you are blind?
Methinks, a friend at night fhould cheer you,
A friend that loves to fee and hear you.
Why am I robb'd of that delight,
When you can be no lofer by't?
Nay, when 'tis plain (for what is plainer ?)
That if you heard, you'd be no gainer.
For fure you are not yet to learn,
That hearing is not your concern;
Then be your doors no longer barr'd :
Your bufinefs, Sir, is to be heard.
HE wife pretend to make it clear, 'Tis no great lofs to lofe an ear. Why are we then fo fond of two, When, by experience, one would do. G 2
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