But, on second thought, And Quince be thou safe among [wenches.] For all thy ill stars, In the house thou has peers, Or else the dull fools would ne'er choose Of taxes complain, But shun the campagne, For soldiers will always abuse thee. Thy pretty white hand To meddle with dirty cold iron; You know you were made For another guess trade, When thy beauties the ladies environ. The noblest pride Always will ride, In Peter, top and top-gallant, And Cutler's coin* Made Quince for to shine, And scorn the you, poor rogues that are valiant. Upon the Pope's giving a Cardinal's cap to a Jesuit, on the death of Cardinal de Tournon. TOURNON, the illustrious cardinal, is dead! The pope, however, unconcerned stands, And puts a Jesuit in his place. Men wonder at it; but the pope well knows Sir John Cutler, a noted usurer. The Fable of the Belly, and the Members. THE members on a time did meet, As factious members do, And were resolved, with hands and feet, The Belly to o'erthrow. The idle paunch they all decreed So 'twas resolv'd in Parliament, Nemine contradicente; That trustees should be thither sent But when they found the Belly flagg'd, The Belly [to] a free trade, The humble Petition of gossip Joan to her Friend, a North Britain Lady, who had promised her some Snuff at her return out of Scotland. IN forma pauperis I to you Thus by petition humbly shew: Our little isle being barren of mundungus,* We praise the Lord you're come among us; For, since by union we are the same, We plead a right to what you claim. "Whom he brings in among us, And bribes with mundungus."-Lady's Lamentation We call you brethren; the next thing Our promises, I do your's claim ; Which you may break, as we, at will, Or, if it please, you may fulfil. Since thus united we possess you, When you make us sneeze, we cry, God bless you. To hope for, will be charity; Which to your slave when you convey, Your poor petitioner shall pray. B. C. A Letter of Advice to the Reverend Dr D-la-y, humbly proposed to the Consideration of a certain great Lord. [This curious libel upon Dr Delany takes the same tone with the rebuke administered to him by Swift, for boasting of his intimacy with Delany. See Vol, XIV. p. 400 and 424, and also p. 357 of this volume, where it is observed that there occurred some coldness between the Dean and Delany. I have a copy of verses upon Lord Carteret, supposed to be written by Dr De lany himself, in which his Lordship's taste for society is characterized by the last line : "He chooses Delany and Tickell for friends." This affectation of holding himself forth as the chosen favourite of the lord-lieutenant's easier hours, called down the censure of Tisdal, Smedley, and others, to one of whom we owe the following lines. They are here inserted as throwing some light on Swift's literary history.] WHAT Doctor, if great Carteret condescends And boast of freedoms he may blush to own; You shew your patron, for so great a favour? That nothing less than thousands can content? But pray, great sir, what friend of common sense, Would labour to promote such vain expence? And must your breth'ren all in hamlets dwell, T'adorn your busts, and young St Patrick's cell? Why may not some of 'em, for ought you know, Have a desire to build and to bestow? Retrench then, and be modest if you can, Sir, And something else, which you have still forgot, Let Barber, tho' polite, at counter wait, APPENDIX. No. XI. DR SWIFT'S WILL, WITH THE CODICIL [These documents are preserved in the Prerogative Office, Henrietta Street, Dublin. The will is written upon vellum, by the Dean's own hand. The codicil, which is now published for the first time, is upon paper. It is not in the Dean's hand-writing, excepting the date and signature. The following letter to Mrs Whiteway, never before published, forms an Introduction to the Will.] A Letter of the Dean to Mrs Whiteway, endorsed by him, " March 26, 1737. Directions to Mrs Whiteway." As soon as you are assured of my death, whether it shall happen to be in town or the country, I desire you will go immediately to the Deanery, and if I die in the country, I desire you will send down a strong coffin, to have my body brought to town, and deposited in any dry part of St Patrick's Cathedral. Then you are to take my keys, and find my will, and send for as many of my executors as are in town, and in presence of three of them have my will read; and what you see therein that relates to yourself, and is to take place after my death, you are to do in their presence, first delivering my keys to my executors, and then demanding those keys to search where my ready money lies, and take it for your own use, as my will empowers you. But upon their notes you are to lend the money to them, for the charges of |