O'erfees the work, or Dragon * rows, Or mars a text, or mends his hofe ; From the four elements affembling, Warn'd by the bell, all folks come trembling: Some from the lake's remotest end : In talking o'er a moderate glass. Dan, growing drowly, like a thief Steals off to dofe away his beef; 25 50 35. 40 And this must pass for reading Hammond--- A small boat fo called. 45 in it. 50 + Mr. Rochfort's father was lord chief baron of the exchequer in Ireland. Now Now ftinted in the fhortening day, I might have mention'd feveral facts, Like epifodes between the acts ; ; How in the lake the Dean was drench'd: 1 55 бо 65 How valiant George rode o'er the Dragon; 7༠ How fteady in the ftorm he fat, And fav'd his oar, but loft his hat: Now Nim (no hunter e'er could match him) Still brings us hares, when he can catch them: How haughtily he cocks his nofe, But now there needs no more be faid on't, fo far on, But now, fince I have gone But for the politics of Pue, Thinks every fyllable is true. And fince he owns the king of Sweden Now all his hopes are in the Czar: "Why, Mufcovy is not fo far: "Down the Black Sea, and up the Streights, "And in a month he's at your gates; "Perhaps, from what the packet brings, "By Christmas we shall fee ftrange things." 110 Why fhould I tell of ponds and drains, What carps we met with for our pains; Of Of fparrows tam'd, and nuts innumerable To choak the girls, and to confume a rabble? But you, who are a scholar, know 115 How tranfient all things are below, 120 The Dean muft with his quilt fupply (My lady fays, fhe can't afford one) George is half scar'd out of his wits, 125 For Clem gets all the dainty bits. Henceforth expect a different furvey, They talk of farther alterations, Which caufes many fpeculations. 130 THOMAS SHERIDAN, CLERK, TO GEORGE-NIM-DAN-DEAN, ESQ July 15, 1721, at night. I'D have you t' know, George †, Dan ‡, Dean ŷ, and Nim, That I've learned how verse t' compose trim, Much better b' half th'n you, n'r you, So th❜t I ought n't for t' be morofe 'nd t' look grim, brim mers, 'nd that my vis'ge's cov'r'd o'er with r'd pimples: m'r'o'er though m' fcull were 's 'tis n't) 's ftrong's tim ber, 't must have ak'd. Th' clans of th' c'llege Sanh'drim, Pres'nt the'r humbl'and'fect'nate refpects; that's t'fay, D'lan', 'chlin, P. Ludl', Dic' St'wart, H'lsham, capt'n P'rr' Walmfl', 'nd Longfh'nks Timm * GEORGE-NIM-DAN-DEAN's ANSWER. DEAR Sheridan! a gentle pair Of Gaulftown lads (for fuch they are) Dr. James Stopford, afterwards bishop of Cloyne. The |