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* His budget with corruptions cramm’d,
“The contributions of the damn'd;
" Which with unsparing hand he frows-
Thro' courts and senates as he

goes ; “ And then at Belzebub's black hall,

Complains his buitzet was too small."

Your fimile may better shine
In verse; but there is truth in mine ;
For no imaginable things
Can differ more than gods and k-
And jlatesmen by ten thousand odds
Are angels just asks are gods.




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Written in the year 17299
TWO-fac'd Janus, god of time!

Be my Phæbus while I rhyme :
To oblige your crony Swift,
Bring our dame a new year's-gift:
She has got. but half a face ;
Janus, since thou haft a brace,
To my Lady once be kind;
Give her half thy face behindi

God of time, if you be wise,
Look not with your future eyes ::
What imports thy forward fight?
Well, if you could lofe it quite.
Can you take delight in viewing
This poor ille's t approaching ruia,
When thy retrospection valt
Sees the glorious ages paft?

HAPPY nation! were we blind,
Or had only eyes behind.


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Drown your morals, Madam cries,
I'll have none but forward eyes ;
Prudes decay'd about may tack,
Strain their necks with looking back ;
Give me time, when coming on:
Who regards him, when he's gone!
By the Dean tho' gravely told,
New years help to make me old ;
Yet I find a new year's lace
Burnishes an old year's face :
Give me velvet and quadrille,
P'll have youth and beauty still,



Written in the year 1729.


WE give the world to understand,

Our thriving Dean has purchas'd land ;
A purchase which will bring him clear
Above his rent four pounds a-year ;
Provided, to improve the ground,
He will but add two hundred pound,
And from his endless hoarded store
To build a house five hundred more.
Sir Arthur + too shall have his will,
And call the manfion Drapier's-bill:
That when a nation, long inslavid,
Forgets by whom it once was fav’d;
When none the DRAPIER's praise shall fing;
His figns aloft no longer swing;


• The Dean gave this name te a farm callà Drumlack, which he took of Sir Arthur Acheson, whofe seat lay between that and Market-hill and intended to build an house upon it, but afterwards changed his mind. Hawkes.

# Sir Arthur Acheson, from whom the purchase was made.

His medals and his prints forgotten,

15 And all his handkerchiefs are rotten *; His famous Letters made waste paper ; This hill may keep the name of DRAPIER : In spite of envy flourish ftill, And Drapier's vie with Cooper's hill.



Whether HAMILTON'S BAWN + should be turned into

a BARRACK or a MalThouse?

Written in the year 1729.

The Preface to the Englih Edition. TH

HE author of the following poem is Jaid to be

Dr J. S. D. S. P. D. who writ it, as well as several other copies of verses of the like kind, by zucy of anzusement, in the family of an honourable gentlemen in the north of Ireland, where he spent a filmmer about two or three years ago..

A certain very great perfont, then in that kingdom, having heard much of this poem, obtained a copy from the gentlenian, or, as fonze fray, the Lady, in whose house it was written; froin whence, I know not by what accident, feveral other copies were tranfcribed, full of errors. As I have a great respect for the filp- posed alithor, I have procured a true copy of the poemn; the publication whereof can do him lefs injury than printirig any of those incorrect oiles which ran ałout in martfcript, and would infallibly be foon in the presse if not tinis preventede.

• Medals were cast, many signs hung up, and handkerchiefs made with devices, in honour of the author, under the name of M. B. Drapier.

† A bawn was a place near the house, inclofed with mud or Stone walls to keep the cattle from being stoln in the night. They are now little ured,

# John Lord Carteret, then Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, afteswards Earl of Granville in right of his mother.

Some expreffions being peculiar 10 Ireland, I bave prevailed on a gentleman of that kingdom to explain themy and I have put the several explanations in their proper places.

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THUS spoke to my Lady the Knight* fall of care,

Let me have your advice in a weighty affair. This Hamilton's Bawn t, whilft it sticks on my hand, I lose by the house what I get by the land ; But how to dispose of it to the best bidder,

5 For a barrack for malthouse, we now must consider.

First, let me suppose I make it a malthouse,
Here I have computed the profit will fall t'us ;
There's nine hundred pounds for labour and grains.
I increale it to twelve, fo three Hundred remain;
A handsome addition for wine and good cheer,
Three dishes a day, and three hogsheads a-year :
With a dozen large vessels my vault shall be stor’d;
No little scrub joint shall come on my board :
And you and the Dean no more shall combine 15
To stint ine at night to one bottle of wine :
Nor Mall I, for his humour, permit you to purloin.
A stone and a quarter of beef from my firloin..
If I make it a varrack, the crown is my tenant ;
My dear, I have ponder'd again and again on't: 20
In poundage and drawbacks I lose half

my rent,
Whatever they give me. I must be content,
Or join with the court in ev'ry dibåte ;
And rather than that I would lofe


eftate. Thus ended the Knight:: thus began his meek wife; It must, and it shall be a barrack, my life. 26 I'm grown a mere mopus; no company comes, But a rabble of tenants, and rusty dull rumilla

... Sir Arthur Acheson, at whofe feat it was written: + A large old house, two miles from Sir Arthur Acheson's feat.

The army in Ireland is lodged in strong 'buildings over the whole kingdom, called barracks.

1 A.cant word in Ireland for a poor country-clergyman..


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With parsons what lady can keep herself clean ?
I'm all over dawbʼd when I fit by the Dean.
But if you will give us a barrack, my dear,
The Captain, I'm sure, will always come here ;
I then shall not value his Deanship a straw,
For the Captain, I warrant, will keep him in awe ;
Or should he pretend to be brisk and alert, 35
Will tell him that chaplains should not be so pert ;
That men of his coat should be minding their pray’rs,
And not-among ladies to give themselves airs.

Thus argu'd my Lady, but argu'd in vain;
The Knight his opinion resolv'd to maintain. 40

But Hannah t, who listen'd to all that was past,
And could not endure fo vulgar a taste,
As soon as her Ladyship callid to be drefs'd,
Cry'd, Madam, why surely my master's poflefs d,
Sir Arthur the maltster! how fine it will found ! 45
I'd rather the Bawn were funk under ground.
But, Madam, I guess’d there would never come good,
When I saw him so often with Darby and Woodt.

dream's out; for I was a-dream'd
That I faw a huge rat; O dear, how I scream'd ! 50
And after, methought, I had lost my new Khoes ;
And Molly, she faid, I should hear some ill new so

Dear Madam, had you but the spirit to teafe,
You might have a barrack whenever you please :
And, Madam, I always believ'd you so stout,
That for twenty denials you would not give out.
If I had a husband like him, I purtest,
Till he gave me my will, I would give him no reft ;
And rather than come in the fame pair of sheets
With such a cross man, I would lie in the streets: 60
But, Madam, I beg you contrive and invent,
And worry him out, till he gives his confent.

And now,my


+ My Lady's waiting-woman.

Two of Sir Arthur's managers.

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