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Behold the awful bench on which he fat; He was as hard and pond'rous wood as that : 20 Yet, when his fand was out, we find at last, That death has overset 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;
25 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, spite of death and fate, I here maintain We may place Boat in his old post again, 30 The way is thus, and well deserves your thanks : Take the three strongest of his broken planks ; Fix them on high, conspicuous to be seen, 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 scoffing,
In hanging people as a judge. * Where the Dublin gallows ftands. + Query, Whether the author meant sokolar. “and wilfully miflook?
A receipt to restore STELLA's youth.
Written in the year 1724-5.
HE Scottish hinds, too poor to house
In frosty nights their starving cows,
Why, Stella, should you knit your brow,
* Jupiter is fabled to have stolen Europa in the shape of a bull. * Di. Sheridan's huule, seven or eighi miles from Dublin.
Where mirth, and exercise, and air,
flesh and blood be new,
WHITSHED's motto on his coach *.
LIBERTAS ET NATALE SOLUM.
Written in the year 1724.
Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em. Could nothing, but thy chief reproach, Serve for a motto on thy coach? But let me now thy words translate.:
5 Natale folum, my estate ; My dear estate, how well I love it; My tenants, if you doubt, will prove it : They swear I am so kind and good, I hug them, till I squeeze their blood.
Libertas bears a large import : First, how to swagger in a court; And, fecondly, to Thew my fury Against an uncomplying jury; And, thirdly, 'tis a new invention
15 To favour Wood, and keep my penfion; And, fourthly, 'tis to play an odd trick, Get the great seal, and turn out Brod’rick; And, fifthly, (you know whom I mean) To humble that vexatious Dean;
20 And, fixthly, for my soul to barter it t, For fifty times its worth, to Carteret [. Now finee your motto thus
* The noted Chief Justice who twice prosecuted the Drapier, and diffolved the grand jury for not finding the bill agaiolt him. See his letters, in vol. 3. and 4. + (i.e. Liberty to barter his soul. I Lord Carteret, Lord Lieutenant of Ireland.
Sent by Dr. Delany to Dr. Swift, in or
der to be admitted to speak to hiin, when he was deaf,
Written in the year 1724.
Your ears and doors should both be barr’d. Can
any thing be more unkind ? Must I not see, 'caufe you are blind ? Methinks, a friend at night should cheer you, 5 A friend that loves to fee and hear you. Why am I robb’d of that delight, When
you can be no loser by’t ? Nay, when 'tis plain (for what is plainer ?) That if you heard, you'd be no gainer.
IO For fure
you are not yet to learn,
'Tis no great loss to lose an ear. Why are we then so fond of two, When, by experience, one would do.