66 Who makes it appear, by all he has writ,

“ His judgement alone can set bounds to his wit ; .“ Like Virgil correct, with his own native case,

“ But excels even Virgil in elegant praise ; .66 Who admires the ancients, and knows 'tis their due, " Yet writes in a manner entirely new ; “ Though none with more ease their depths can explore, “ Yet whatever he wants he takes from my store; “ Though I 'm fond of his virtues, his pride I can see, “ In scorning to borrow from any but me ; “ It is owing to this, that, like Cynthia, his lays “ Enlighten the world by reflecting my rays."

This said, the whole audience foon found out his drift: The convention was summon'd in favour of Swift.

The RUN apon the 'BANKERS. 1720.
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HE bold encroachers on the decp

Gain by degrees huge tracts of land,
Till Neptune, with one general sweep,

Turns all again to barren strand.
The multitude's capricious pranks

Are said to represent the seas ;
Which, breaking bankers and the banks,

Resume their own whene'er they please.
Money, the life-blood of the nation,

Corrupts and stagnates in the veins,
Unless a proper circulation

Its motion and its heat maintains.

Decaufc

Becaufe 'tis lordly not to pay,

Quakers and aldermen in state Like peers have levees every day

Of duns attending at their gate. "We want our money on the nail

The banker 's ruin'd if he pays : They seem to act an ancient tale ;

The birds are met to strip the jays. Riches, the wiseft monarch fings,

"Make pinions for themselves to fly;" They fiy like bats on parchment wings,

And geese their filver plumes fupply. -No money left for fquandering heirs !

Bills turn the lenders into debtors : The with of Nero now is theirs,

«. That they had never known their letters: " Conceive the works of midnight hags,

Tormenting: fools behind their backs: Thus bankers o'er their bills and bags

Sit squeezing images of wax.
Conceive the whole enchantment broke;

The witchès left in open air,
With power no more than other folk,

Expos'd with all their magic ware.
So powerful are a banker's bills,

Where creditors demand their due ; They break up counters, doors, and tills, And leave the empty chefts-in view.

Thus when an earthquake lets in light

Upon the god of gold and bell, Unable to endure the light,

He hides within his darkest cell.

As when'a conjurer cakes a lease

From Satan for a term of years, The tenant's in a dismal cafe,

Whene'er the blooily bond appears. A baited banker thus desponds,

From his own hand foresees his fall; They have his soul, who have his bonds:

'Tis like the writing on ibe wall. How will the caitiff wrèrch' be scar'd,

When first he finds himself awake At the last trumpet unprepard,

And all his grand account to make! For in that universal call

Few bankers will to Heaven be mounters.; They 'll cry, " Ye thops, upon us fall!

“ Conceal and cover us, ye counters !” When other hands the scales shall hold,

And they in men and angels' fight Produc'd with all their bills' and gold,

" Weigh'd in the balance, and found light'?"

The

The DESCRIPTION of an IRISH FEAST, Translated almost literally out of the Original Irish.-1720. ORO

ROURK’S noble fare will ne'er be forgot,

By those who were there, or those who were not. His

vels to keep, we sup and we dine On seven score sheep, fat bullocks, and swine. Vfquebaugh to our feast in pails was brought up, An hundred at least, and a madder * our cup. Othere is the sport ! we rise with the light In disorderly fort from snoaring all night. Q how was I trick'd !.my pipe it was broke, My pocket was pick'd, I lost my new cloak. I’m rifed, quoth Nell, of:mantle and kercher t: Why then fare them well, the de’el take the searcher. Come, harper, strike up; but, first, by your favour, Boy, give us a cup: ah! this has some favour. Orourk’s jolly boys ne'er dreamt of the matter, Till, rous'd by the noise and musical clatter, They bounce from their nest, no longer will tarry, They rise..ready dreft, without one ave-mary. They dance in a round, cutting capers and ramping; A mercy the ground did not burst with their stamping. The floor is all wet with leaps and with jumps, While the water and sweat splish-splash in their pumps. Bless yon late and early, Laughlin 0 Enagin!

! . By my band I, you dance rarely, Margery Grinagin. Bring straw for our bed, shake it down to the feet, Then over us spread the winnowing sheet : * A wooden vessel. + Handkerchief. An Irish oath.

To

To thew I don't flinch, fill the bowl up again ;
Then give us a pinch of your sneezing, a yean *
Good Lord! what a sight, after all their good cheer,
For people to fight in the midit of their beer!
They rise from their feast, and hot are their brains,
A cubit at least the length of their skeans t.
What stabs and what cuts, what clattering of fticks;
What strokes on the guts, what bastings and kicks!
With cudgels of oak well harden d in flame,
An hundred heads broke, an hundred struck lame.
You churl, I 'll maintain my father built Lusk,
The castle of Slain, and Carrick Drumruik :
The earl of Kildare and Moynalta his brother,
As great as they are, I was nurst by their mother.
Ask that of old mailam; she 'll tell you who 's who
As far up as Adam, she knows it is true.
Come down with that beam, if cudgels are scarce,
A blow on the weam, or a kick on the 2-se.

AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG

On a SEDITIOUS PAMPHLETI, 1720.

To the tune of, “ Packington's Pound.” BROCADOS and damalks, and tabbies, and gausos,

Are by Robert Ballentine lately brought over, With forty things more: now hear what the law fays,

Whoe'er will not wear them, is not the king's lover. * Irish for a woman.

+ Daggers or short-fwords. | Proposal for the universal use of Irish inanufactures, for which Waters the printer was severely profecuted. VOL. I.

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