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And, oh ! how short are human schemes !
435 Here ended all our golden dreams. What St John's skill in state-affairs, What Ormond's valour, Oxford's cares, To save their finking country lent, Was all destroy'd by one event.
440 Too soon that precious life was ended *, On which alone our weal depended. When up, a dangerous faction starts t, With wrath and vengeance in their hearts ; By folemn league and cou'nant bound,
445 To ruin, Naughter, and confound ; To turn religion to a fable, And make the government a Babel : Pervert the laws, disgrace the gown, Corrupt the f te, rob the c
450 To sacrifice old E And make her infamous in story. When such a tempeft shook the land, How could unguarded virtue ftand? With horror, grief, despair, the Dean
455 Beheld the dire destructive scene: His friends in exile, or the tower, Himself within the frown of power $; Pursu'd by base invenom'd pens, Far to the land of S
460 A servile race in folly nurs’d, Who truckle most, when treated worft.
* In the height of the quarrel between the ministers, the Queen died. Dub. edit.
+ Upon Queen Anne's death, the Whig faction was restored to power, which they exercised with the utmost rage and revenge ; impeached and banisaed the chief leaders of the church-party, and stripped all their adherents of what employments they had, 6. Dub. edit.
* Upon the Queen's death, the Dean returned to live in Dublin, at the deanry house. Numberless libels were writ against him in England as a Jacobite ; he was insulted in the street, and at nighs he was forced to be attended by his servants armed. Dub. edit.
# The land of Sm-and feps, is Ireland, Dub. edit.
and fens lt;
By innocence and resolution,
470 The Dean did, by his pen,
them arms to ward the blow.
To save them from their evil fate,
One Wood, a hardwareman from England, had a patent for coining copper half.pence for Ireland, to the sum of 108,00od. which in the consequence must leave that kingdom without gold or silver. Dub. edit.
See the Drapier's letters, in vol. ij. + One Whitshed was then Chief Justice. He had some years before prosecuted a printer for a pamphlet writ by the Dean, to persuade the people of Ireland to wear their own manufactures (vol. iii. p. 3.). Whitshed sent the jury down eleven times, and kept them nine hours, until they were forced to bring in a special verdi&t. He sat as judge afterwards on the trial of the printer of the Drapier's tourth letter (vol. iii. p. 59.]: but the jury, against all he could say or swear, threw out the bill
. All the kingdom. took the Drapier's part, except the courtiers, or those who ex. pected places. The Drapier was celebrated in many poems and pamphlets. His fign was set up in most of the streets of Dublin, (where many of them till continue), and in several country,
Dub. edit. Scroggs was Chief Justice under King Charles II.: his judge wcot always varied in state-trials, according to directions from
Who long all justice had discarded,
In exile, with a steady heart *,
“ Alas, poor Dean! his only fcope
becaufe he's dead: • What writings has he left behind ? I hear they're of a diff'rent kind : A few in verse; but most in profe• Some bigb-flown pampblets, 1 suppose :
court. Treffilian was a wicked judge, hanged above three bundred years ago
Dub, edit. * In Ireland, which he had reason to call a place of exile; to which country nothing could have driven him but the Queen's death, who had determined to fix bim in England, in spite of ebe Duchess of Somerset, 6c. Dub. edit.
Heary St John, Lord Viscount Bofingbruke. 'Dub. cdit.
“ All scribbled in the worst of times,
515 “ To palliate his friend Oxford's crimes, “ To praise Queen Anne, nay more, defend her, “ As never fav’ring the pretender : “ Or libels yet conceald from fight, “ Against the court to fhew his spight:
520 Perhaps his travels, part the third ; “ A lie' at ev'ry second wordts Offensive to a loyal ear :
not one sermon, you may swear.
He knew.an hundred pleasing stories,
As for his works in verse or prose,
the little wealth he had
have a better *. And, since you dread no farther lashes, Methinks you may forgive his ashes.
See above, p. 6.
To the Earl of PETERBOROW, who commanded the British forces in Spain *.
Written in the year 1706. MORDANTO fills the trump of fame,
The Chriftian world his deeds proclaim, And prints are crouded with his name.
In journeys he outrides the post, Sits up till midnight with his hoft,
5 Talks politics, and gives the toaft.
Knows ev'ry prince in Europe's face, Flies like a fquib from place to place, And travels not, but runs a race.
From Paris gazette A-la-main, This day arriv’d, without his train, Mordanto in a week from Spain.
A messenger comes all a-reek
This noble Lord had made a most considerable figure in his day. His character was amiable and uncommon. His life was a continued series of variety. In his public and private conduct he differed from most men. He had visited all climates, but had Itaid in none. He was a citizen of the world. He conquered and maintained armies without money. His actions and expre fions were peculiar to himself. He was of a vivacity superior to all fatigue, and his courage was beyond any conception of danger. He verified, in many instances, whatever has been said of ro. mantic heroes. He seems to have been fixed only in his friendships and moral principles. He had a most true regard and affection for Swift and Pope. The Dean has here described him in a very particular manner, but so justly, that the four last ftanzas will give a most perfect and comp idea of Lord Peterborow's perfon and military virtue. His wit in the letter, vol. iv. P. 204. is easy and unaffected. At the time when he wrote that letter, he had hung up his helmet and his buckler, and was retired to his though and his wheelbarrow, wearicd of courts, and disgusted
ch hatesmen. Orrery.