Our laffes fair, say what you dare,
Who fowing make with fhelling,
At Market-hill more beaux can kill,
Than yours at Ballyfpellin.

Would I was whipt, when Sheelah stript,
To wafh herfelf our well in;

A bum fo white ne'er came in fight,
At paultry Ballyfpellin.

Your mawkins there fmocks hempen wear,

Of Holland not an ell in;

No, not a rag, whate'er you brag,

Is found at Ballyspellin.

But Tom will prate at any rate,
All other nymphs expelling;
Because he gets a few grisettes
At loufy Ballyfpellin.

There's bonny Jane, 'in yonder lane,
Juft o'er against The Bell-inn;
Where can you meet a lass so sweet,
Round all your Ballyfpellin ?

We have a girl deferves an earl;

She came from Enniskillin:

So fair, fo young, no fuch among
The belles at Ballyfpellin.

How would you ftare, to see her there,

The foggy mift difpelling,

That clouds the brows of every
Who lives at Ballyfpellin !

blowse

Now as I live, I would not give

A ftiver for a fkellin,

To towfe and kifs the fairest mifs
That leaks at Ballyfpellin.

Whoe'er will raife fuch lies as thefe
Deferves a good cudgélling:

Who falfely boafts of belles and toasts,
At dirty Ballyfpellin.

My rhymes are gone, to all but one,
Which is, our trees are felling;
As proper quite as thofe you write,
To force in Ballyfpeltin.

HORACE, PART OF BOOK I. SAT. VI.
PARAPHRASED.

*

F noify Tom fhould in the fenate prate,

"That he would anfwer both for church and state; "And, further to demonftrate his affection,

"Would take the kingdom into his protection :"

All mortals must be curious to inquire,

Who could this coxcomb be, and who his fire? "What! thou, the spawn of him† who sham'd our ifle, "That traitor, affaffin, informer vile!

* Sir Thomas Prendergaft. IRISH ED.

+ The father of Sir Thomas P---, who engaged in a plot to murder king. William III; but, to avoid being hanged, turned informer againit his affociates, for which he was rewarded with a good eftale, and madeta baronet. Ibid.

VOL. II.

Ꮓ

"Though

Though by the female fide* you proudly bring, "To mend your breed, the murderer of a king : "What was thy grandfire † but a mountaineer, "Who held a cabbin for ten groats a year;

"Whose master Moore ‡ preferv'd him from the halter, "For ftealing cows; nor could he read the Pfalter! "Durft thou, ungrateful, from the fenate chace "Thy founder's grandson §, and ufurp his place?

Juft heaven! to fee the dunghill baftard brood "Survive in thee, and make the proverb good || ! "Then vote a worthy citizen ** to jail,

"In fpite of juftice, and refufe his bail !"

Cadogan's family. IRISH ED.

A poor thieving cottager under Mr. Moore, condemned at Clonmell affizes to be hanged for ftealing COWS. Ibid.

The grandfather of Guy Moore, efq; who procured him a pardon. Ibid.

liament for Clonme,

§ Guy Moore was fairly elected member of parbut Si Thomas, depending upon his intereft with a certain party then prevailing, and fince known by the title of Parfon-hunters,' petitioned the house against him; out of which he was turned upon pretence of bribery, which the paying of his lawful debts was then voted to be. Ibid.

"Save a thief from the gallows, and he will cut "your throat." Ibid.

**Mr. George Faulkner. See the verfes in the following page. N.

On

On a PRINTER'S being fent to NEWGATE.

BE

ETTER we all were in our graves
Than live in flavery to flaves,

Worfe than the anarchy at fea,

Where fishes on each other prey;

Where every trout can make as high rants

O'er his inferiors as our tyrants;
And fwagger while the coaft is clear:
But, should a lordly pike appear,
Away you fee the varlet fcud,

Or hide his coward fnout in mud.
Thus, if a gudgeon meet a roach,
He dare not venture to approach;
Yet ftill has impudence to rife,
And, like Domitian, leap at flies.

THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT*.

ITH a whirl of thought opprefs'd,

WITH

I funk from reverie to reft.

An horrid vifion feiz'd my head,

I faw the graves give up their dead!

Jove, arm'd with terrors, burfts the skies,
And thunder roars, and lightning flies!
Amaz'd, confus'd, its fate unknown,

The world ftands trembling at his throne !

*That this poem is the genuine production of the Dean, Lord Chesterfield bears ample teftimony in his Letter to M. Voltaire, Aug. 27, 1752. N.

While each pale finner hung his head,
Jove, nodding, fhook the heavens, and said:
"Offending race of human-kind,

"By nature, reason, learning, blind;
"You who, through frailty, ftepp'd afide;
"And you who never fell, through pride;
"You who in different fects were fhamm'd,
"And come to fee each other damn'd

(So fome folk told you, but they knew "No more of Jove's defigns than you); "The world's mad bufinefs now is o'er, "And I refent thefe pranks no more. "I to fuch blockheads fet my wit!

"I damn fuch fools!-Go, go, you 're bit.”

VERSES SENT TO THE DEAN

ON HIS BIRTH-DA Y,

WITH PINE'S HORACE, FINELY BOUND.

BY DR. J. SICAN*.

-[Horace fpeaking]

YOU'VE read, Sir, in poetic ftrain,

How Varus and the Mantuan fwain

Have on my birth-day been invited
(But I was forc'd in verfe to write it)

This ingenious young gentleman was unfortunately

murdered in Italy. N.

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