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Here's Woolston's * tracts, the twelfth edition ; « 'Tis read by ev'ry politician; The country-members when in town, To all their boroughs send them down ; “ You never met a thing so smart;

285 “ The courtiers have them all by heart: “ Those maids of honour who can read, Are taught to use them for their creed. “ The rev'rend author's good intention • Hath been rewarded with a penfion:

290 • He doth an honour to his gown, “ By bravely running prieffiraft down: “He shews, as fure as God's in Gloc'ster; « That was a grand impostor ; “ That all his miracles were cheats,

295 Perform’d as jugglers do their feats : • The church had never such a writer:. “A shame he hath not got a mitre.

SUPPose me dead ; and then suppose
A club assembled at the rose.
Where, from discourse of this and that,
I grow the subject of their chat.
And while they toss my name about,
With favour fome, and some without;
One quite indiff'rent in the cause,

305 My character impartial draws.

The Dean, if we believe report; Was never ill receiv'd at court.

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hearer payeth a shilling each day for admittance. He is an absolote dunce, but generally reputed crasy. Dub. edit.- He is commonly called Orator Henley, whose rapsodies burlesque religion and disgrace his country. Hawkes.

• Woolfton was a clergyman; but, for want of bread, did in, several treatises, in the most blasphemous manner, attempt to turn our Saviour and his miracles into ridicule. He was much carefled by many courtiers, and by all the infidels; and his books were sead generally by the cours-ladies. Dub. edit.

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Altho' ironically grave,
He sham'd the fool, and lash'd the knave :
To steal a hint was never known,
But what he writ was all his own.

“Sir, I have heard another story;
“ He was a most confounded Tory.
“ And grew, or he is much belyd,

Extremely dull, before he dy’d.”

Can we the Drapier then forget? Is not our nation in his debt? "Twas he that writ the Drapier's letters!

« He should have left them for his betters; « We had a hundred abler men, « Nor need de; end apon

his pen. Say what you will about his reading, “ You never can defend his breeding ; “Who in his Jatire, running riot, “ Could never leave the z crta in quiet ; "Attacking, when he took the u him, Court, city, camp, all one to him.

“ But why would he, except he slobberid, “ Offend our patriot, great

Sir Robert,
“Whofe counsels aid the sov'reigo pow'r
* To save the nation ev'ry hour ?
What scenes of evil he unravels
“ In fatires, libels, lying travels!
“ Not sparing his own clergy-cloth,
“ But eats into it, like a moth!.

PERHAPS I may allow, the Dean
Had too much fatire in his vein,
And seem'd determind not to starve it,
Because no age could more deserve it.
Yet malice never was his aim ;
He lah'd the vice, but spar'd the name.

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No individual could-resent,
Where thousands equally were meant:
His satire points at no defect,
But what all mortals may correct ;
For he abhorr'd that senseless tribe
Who call ic humour when they gibe :
He spar'd a hump or crooked nose,
Whose owners fet not up for beaux.
True genuine dulness mov'd his pity,
Unless it offered to be witty.
Those who their ignorance confeft,
He ne'er offended with a jeft;

But laugh'd to hear an idiot quote
Of A verse from Horace learn'd by rote:

Vice, if it e'er can be abashid,
Must be or ridiculd, or lafi'd.
If you resent it, who's to blame?
He neither knew you; nor your name.
Should vice expect to 'scape rebuke,
Because its owner is a duke ?
His friendships, still to few confin'd,
Were always of the middling kind;

No fools of rank or mongrel breed, -6

Who fain would pass for lords indeed,
Where titles give no right or power,
And peerage is a wither'd flower.
He would have deem'd it a disgrace,
If such a wretch had known his face.
On rural squires, that kingdom's bane,
He vented oft his wrath in vain :

Squires to market brought;
Who fell their souls and for nought ;
The-

go joyful back,
Το. the church, their tenants rack,
Go snacks with *
And keep the peace, to pick up fees :

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In every job to have a share,
A jail or t-no-e to repair ;
And turn the for public roads
Commodious to their own abodes.

He never thoughe an honour done him,
Because a peer was proud to own him ;
Would rather slip aside, and chuse
To talk with wits in dirty shoes;
And scorn the tools with stars and garters,
So often seen caressing Chartres.
He never courted men in station,
Nor persons held in admiration ;
Of no man's greatne’s was afraid,
Because he sought for no man's aid.
Tho' trusted long in great affairs,
He gave himself no haughty airs :
Without regarding private ends,
Speat all his credis for his friends :
And only chose the wise and good;
No flatt'rers ; no allies in blood;
But fuccour'd virtue in distress,
And seldom faild of good success;
As pumbers in their hearts muft own,
Who, but for him, had been unknown.

He kept with princes due decorum;
Yet never food in awe before 'em.
He follow'd David's lesson just;
in princes never put his truft:
And, would you make him truly four,
Provoke him with a slave in power.
TheI-ih-le if

you nam'd,
With what impatience he declaim'd'! ·
Bair LIBERTY was all his cry ;
For her he stood prepar'd to die z
For her he boldly stood alone;
For her be oft expos'd bis own..

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Two kingdoms , just as faction led,
Had set a price upon his head ;
But not a traitor could be found,
To sell him for fix hundred pound.

Had he but spard his tongue and pen,
He might have rose like other men :
But power was never in his thought,
And wealth he valu'd not a groat :
Ingratitude he often found,
And pity'd those who meant the wound:
Bat kept the tenor of his mind,
To merit well of human kind :
Nor made a sacrifice of those
Who still were true, to please his foes.
He labour'd many a fruitless hour t,
To reconcile his friends in power ;
Saw mischief by a faction brewing,
While they pursu'd each other's ruin.
But, finding vain was all his care,
He left the court in mere despair.

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In the year 1713, the late Queen was prevailed with by an address from the house of Lords in England, to publish a procla mation, promising three hundred pounds to discover the author of a pamphlet, called, The public ffirit of the Whigs; and in Ireland, in the year 1724, the Lord Carteret, at his first coming into the government, was prevailed on to issue a proclamation, pro. milog the like reward of three hundred pounds to any person who could discover the author of a pamphlet, called, The Drapier's fourth letter, &c. urit against that destructive project of coining balfpence for Ireland. But in neither kingdom was the Dean difcovered. Dsb. edit. See vol. v. and vol. iii. p. 59.

+ Queen Anne's ministry fell to variance from the first year after their ministry began. Harcourt the Chancellor, and Lord Bolinghroke the Secretary, were disontented with the Treasurer Oxford, for his too much mildness to the Whig party. This quarrel grew higher every day until the Queen's death. The Dean, wło was the only person that endeavoured to reconcile them, found it im poffible'; and thereupon retired to the country about ten weeks before that fatal event. Upon which he returned to his deanry in Dublin; where, for many years, he was worried by the new people in power, and had hundreds of libels writ an gaink him in England. Dub. edit.-Sce vol. ix. p. 22.

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