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THOMAS SHERIDAN, CLERK, TO GEORGE-NIM-DAN-DEAN, ESQ.
July 15, 1721, at night.
I'D have you t' know, George*, Dant, Deant, and
That I've learned how verfe t' compofe trim.
Though 'n rep't't'on day, I 'ppear ver' slim,
ber, 't must have ak'd. Th' clans of th' c'lledge Sanh'drim,
Pres'nt the'r humbl' and 'fect'nate refpects; that's t'fay, D'lan', 'chlin, P. Ludl', Dic' St'wart, H'lfham, capt'n P'rr' Walinfl', 'nd Longsh'nks Timm .
+ Mr. Jackfon.
† J. Rochfort. § Dr. Swift.
Dr. James Stopford, afterwards bishop of Cloyne.
DEAR Sheridan! a gentle pair
Of Gaulftown lads (for fuch they are),
Befides a brace of grave divines,
One letter ftill another locks,
Each groov'd and dove-tail'd like a box ;
Thy words together ty'd in fmall hanks,
Or like the umbo of the Romans,
Which fierceft foes could break by no means.
The critick to his grief will find,
How firmly these indentures bind.
To make a work compleatly fine,
Long, long, long, long, like Dan's long nofe.
TO THOMAS SHERIDAN.
Gaulftown, Aug. 2d, 1721.
EAR Tom, this verfe, which however the beginning may appear, yet in the end's good metre, Is fent to defire that, when your August vacation comes, your friends you'd meet here.
For why should you ftay in that filthy hole, I mean the city fo fmoaky,
When you have not one friend left in town, or at leafe not one that 's witty, to joke w'ye?
For, as for honeft John*, though I am not fure on 't, yet I'll be bang'd, left be
gone down to the county of Wexford with that great peer the lord Anglefey.
Oh! but I forgot; perhaps, by this time, you may have
one come to town, but I don't know whether he be friend or foe, Delany :
But, however, if he be come, bring him down, and you fhall go back in a fortnight, for I know there's no delaying ye.
Oh! I forgot too; I believe there may be one more, I
mean that great fat joker, friend Helsham, be That wrote the prologue †, and if you stay with him, depend on 't, in the end, he'll fham ye.
* Supposed to mean Dr. Walmsley.
+ One spoken by young Putland, in 1720, before Hippolytus; in which Dr. Sheridan (who had written
Bring down Long Shanks Jim too; but, now I think
on 't, he's not yet come from Courtown, I fancy; For I heard, a month ago, that he was down there a-courting y Nancy.
However, bring down yourself, and you bring down all; for, to fay it we may venture,
In thee Delany's fpleen, John's mirth, Helfham's jokes, and the foft foul of amorous Jemmy, center.
I had forgot to defire you to bring down what I fay you have, and you'll believe me as fure as a gun, and own it;
I mean, what no other mortal in the univerfe can boast of, your own spirit of pun, and own wit.
And now I hope you 'll excufe this rhyming, which I muft fay is (though written fomewhat at large) trim and clean;
And fo I conclude, with humble refpects as ufual, Your moft dutiful and obedient
a prologue for the cccafion) was most unexpectedly and egregiously laughed at. Both the prologues are printed in the "Supplement to Swift's Works."