As to your spelling, let me fee, If SHE makes fher, and RI makes ry, has lead on't. ANOTHER REJOINDER, BY THE DEAN, IN JACKSON'S NAME. HREE days for answer I have waited, TH I thought an ace you'd ne'er have bated, And art thou forc'd to yield, ill-fated poetafter? Henceforth acknowledge, that a nose Blush for ill-fpelling, for ill-lines, thy mafter proud boafter. I hear with fome concern you roar, and posts, Sir. Thy ruin, Tom, I never meant, I maul'd you, when you look'd so bluff, For know, proftration is enough to th' lion. SHERIDAN'S SUBMISSION. "Cedo jam, miferæ cognofcens præmia rixæ, ΤΟ To Dan the victorious, Prefents, as 'tis fitting, Petition and greeting. you, victorious and brave, Your now fubdued and fuppliant flave Now lowly crouch'd I cry peccavi, For you, my conqueror and my king, In pardoning, as in punishing, Will fhew yourself a lion. Alas! Sir, I had no defign, For spite I ne'er had any; 'Twas the damn'd 'fquire with the hard name; The de'el too that ow'd me a fhame, The devil and Delany; They They tempted me t' attack your highness, Unhappy wretch! for now, I ween, And they, alas! yield small relief, Seem rather to renew my grief, My wounds bleed all anew: TO THE REV. DANIEL JACKSON; To be humbly prefented by Mr. SHERIDAN in Perfon, with Refpe&t, Care, and Speed. DEAR DAN, ERE I return my truft, nor afk, H One penny for remittance; If I have well perform'd my task, Too long I bore this weighty pack, Now take him you, Dan Atlas, back, Let me be ftander-by. Not all the witty things you speak In compass of a day, Not half the puns you make a week, Should bribe his longer stay. With me you left him out at nurse, He rhymes and puns, : and puns ́and rhymes, And, when he's lafh'd a hundred times, When rods are laid on school-boys bums, Thus, a lean beast beneath a load (A beast of Irish breed) Will, in a tedious, dirty road, Outgo the prancing steed. You knock him down and down in vain, And lay him flat before ye, For, foon as he gets up again, At every ftroke of mine, he fell, But his impenetrable shell Could feel no harm befide. toise thus, with motion flow, fenfeless to the hardest blow, Gets nothing but a fall. Dear Dear Dan, then, why fhould you, or I, Attack his pericrany? And, fince it is in vain to try, We'll fend him to Delany. POSTSCRIPT. Lean Tom, when I faw him, laft week, on his horfe awry, Threaten'd loudly to turn me to ftone with his for cery. But, I think, little Dan, that, in spight of what our foe fays, He will find I read Ovid and his Metamorphofis. For omitting the first (where I make a comparison, With a fort of allufion to Putland * or Harrison) Yet, by my defcription, you'll find he in fhort is. A pack and a garran, a top and a tortoise. So I hope from henceforward you ne'er will ask, can I maul This teazing, conceited, rude, infolent animal? And, if this rebuke might turn to his benefit, (For I pity the man) I fhould be glad then of it. TO DR. SHERIDAN. On his "ART OF PUNNING." AD I ten thousand mouths and tongues, HAD Had I ten thoufand pair of lungs, Alluding to the Prologue, mentioned above, p. 227. Ten |