Those are A-s Jack and Bob, There sit Clements, D-ks, and Harrison : Where to find on this side Hell? Harrison, and D-ks, and Clements, Bless us, Morgan, art thou there, man! For thy horrid looks, I own, Half convert me to a stone. Hast thou been so long at school, Now to turn a factious tool? Alma Mater was thy mother, Every young divine thy brother. Who are all grown reverend preachers! When you walk among your books, your How I want thee, humorous Hogarth !* Keeper, I must now retire, You have done what I desire: With the noise, the sight, the scent. * See Hogarth's works, 4to. vol. 1. p. 93. Keeper Keeper, I have seen enough. Taking then a pinch of snuff, I concluded, looking round them, 66 May their god, the devil, confound them!"* ON A PRINTER'S† BEING SENT TO NEWGATE. BETTER we all were in our graves, Than live in slavery to slaves; Worse than the anarchy at sea, Where fishes on each other prey; Where every trout can make as high rants * Whilst Swift was writing these satires on the Irish parliament, he was seized with one of those fits, the effect of which was so dreadful, that he left the poem unfinished; and, after that period, very rarely attempted a composition, either in verse or prose, that required a course of thinking, or perhaps more than one or two sittings to finish. One of these was "The Beasts' Confession." From this time his memory was perceived gradually to decline; and his melancholy increased by the strength of his ima gination brooding over the unhappy scene of misery which he foresaw was his lot, when he must become, as he said, a perfect slabberer. He was often heard to offer up his prayers to Almighty God, "to take him away from this evil to come." The prospect of this calamity, which he was daily lamenting, contributed very much, as his passions were violent, to pervert his understanding, to which many other particulars seem also to have concurred. D. S. † Mr. Faulkner. F. Away Away you see the varlet scud, A VINDICATION OF THE LIBEL: OR, A NEW BALLAD, WRITTEN BY A SHOE-BOY, ON AN ATTORNEY WHO WAS FORMERLY A SHOE-BOY. "Qui color ater erat, nunc est contrarius atro." WITH singing of ballads, and crying of news, He gallantly ventur'd his fortune to push : • See the next poem. F. So So Hartley judiciously thought it too little, And straight he becomes a retailer of wit. One day he cried-" Murders, and songs, and great news!" Another as loudly-" Here blacken your shoes!" At Domvile's full often he fed upon bits, For winding of jacks up, and turning of spits; Lick'd all the plates round, had many a grubbing And now and then got from the cook-maid a drub bing; Such bastings effect upon him could have none : Suppose him a courtier-suppose what you will- Bible, That he took up two news-boys for crying the libel? * Sir T. Domvile, patentee of the Hanaper office. F. A FRIENDLY |