* "Though by the female fide you proudly bring, "Who held a cabbin for ten groats a year; "Whose master Moore ‡ preserv'd him from the halter, "For ftealing cows; nor could he read the Pfalter! "Durst thou, ungrateful, from the fenate chace "Thy founder's grandfon §, and ufurp his place ? "Juft heaven! to fee the dunghill bastard brood « Survive in thee, and make the proverb good || ! "Then vote a worthy citizen ** to jail, "In spite of justice, and refuse his bail.!” *Cadogan's family. IRISH ED. + A poor thieving cottager under Mr. Moore, condemned at Clonmell affizes to be hanged for stealing Cows. Ibid. The grandfather of Guy Moore, efq; who procured him a pardon. Ibid. § Guy Moore was fairly elected member of parJiament for Clonme, but Sir 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 throat." Ibid: your ** Mr. George Faulkner. See the verfes in the following page. N. On On a PRINTER'S being fent to NEWGATE. B ETTER we all were in our graves 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; 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, 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 : * "By nature, reason, learning, blind; "You who, through frailty, ftepp'd afide; VERSES SENT TO THE DEAN ON HIS BIRTH-D A Y, WITH PINE'S HORACE, FINELY BOUND. BY DR. J. SICAN*. [Horace fpeaking] OU'VE read, Sir, in poetic ftrain, Yo 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. Upon Upon a plain repaft to dine, And taste my old Campanian wine; But I, who all punctilios hate, Am come without an invitation; St. Johns And, though I'm us'd to right Falernian, And |