ON CUTTING DOWN THE OLD THORN AT MARKET-HILL*. T Market-Hill, as well appears, AT By chronicle of ancient date, And on the boughs her garland hung; Sir Archibald †, that valorous knight, For he was fond of rural strain. A village near the feat of Sir Arthur Achefon, where the Dean fometimes made a long vifit. The tree, which was a remarkable one, was much admired by the Knight. Yet the Dean, in one of his unaccountable humours, gave directions for cutting it down in the abfence of Sir Arthur; who was of course highly incenfed, nor would fee Swift for fome time after. By way of making his peace, the Dean wrote this poem; which had the defired effect. N. + Sir Archibald Achefon, fecretary of state for Scotland. (Sir Archibald, whose favorite name Wife Hawthornden and Stirling's lord *.) But time with iron teeth, I ween, Has canker'd all its branches round; Its head reclining towards the ground. This aged, fickly, fapless thorn, Which muft, alas! no longer ftand, Cuts down with facrilegious hand. And mother Tellus trembled fo, She scarce recover'd in a week. The Sylvan powers, with fear perplex'd, The magpye, lighting on the flock, Drummond of Hawthornden, and Sir William Alexander earl of Stirling, who were both friends to Sir Archibald, and famous for their poetry. The The owl forefaw, in penfive mood, Laft trolled forth the gentle swine, But from the root a difmal groan This prophecy he trembling hears: "And wound her legs with every brier. "Nor "Nor thou, lord Arthur *, fhalt escape; "To thee I often call'd in vain, 86 Against that affaffin in crape; "Yet thou could'ft tamely fee me slain : "Nor, when I felt the dreadful blow, "Or chid the Dean, or pinch'd thy spouse; "Since you could fee me treated fo "(An old retainer to your house): "May that fell Dean, by whofe command "Then who will own thee for a Scot? “Pigs and fanatics, cows and teagues, "When thou, fufpended high in air,. 66 (For thou shalt steal thy landlord's mare), "Then, bloody caitif! think on me." *Sir Arthur Achefon. MY M Y LADY'S * LAMENTATION AND COMPLAINT SURE AGAINST THE DEAN. July 28, never did man fee A wretch like poor Nancy, So teaz'd day and night Before he came here To fpunge for good cheer, I fate with delight, From morning till night, With two bony thumbs Could rub my old gums, *Lady Achefon. 1728. Or fcratching my nofe, He trips up my props, If he had his will, I cannot |