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Drown your morals, madam cries,
DRAPIE R's HIL L. *
Written in the Year 1730.
give the world to understand, Cur thriving dean has purchas’d
A purchase, which will bring him clear
* The dean gave this name, tween that and Market-bill, to a farm called Drumlack, and intended to build an houle which he took of Sir Arthur upon it, but afterwardschansAcheson, whose seat lay be- ed his mind.
And from his endless hoarded store
* Medals were caft, many honour of the author, under figns hung up, and handker- the name of M. B. Drapier, chiefs made with devices, in
The Grand Question debated.
Hamilton's *Bawn should be turned into a
Barrack or a Malt-House..
Written in the Year 1729.
full of care,
"HUS spoke to my lady the knight Let me have your advice in a weighty
affair. This f Hamilton's bawn, whilst 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 bid
der, For a § barrack or malt-house, we now
* A Bawn was a place near + A large old house, two the house, inclosed with mud miles from Sir Arthur Acheson's or stone walls to keep the seat. cattle from being stolen in the $ The army in Ireland is night. They are now little lodged in strong buildings used.
over the whole kingdom, I Sir Arthur Acheson, at
called Barracks. whose seat it was written.
First, let me suppose I make it a malt
house, Here I have computed the profit will fall
t'us; There's nine hundred pounds for labour
and grain, I increase it to twelve, so three hundred
remain; A handsome addition for wine and good
chear, Three dishes a day, and three hogsheads a .
With a dozen large vessels my vault shall
be stor’d; Nolittle scrubjoint shall come on my board: And you and the dean no more shall com
bine To stint me at night to one bottle of wine: Norshall I, for his humour, permit you to
A stone and a quarter of beef from my fir
loin. If I make it a barrack, the crown is my
tenant ; My dear, I have ponder'd again and again 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 debate; And rather than that I would lose my
Thus ended the knight : thus began his
meek wife; It must, and it shall be a barráck, my life. . I'm grown a meer mopus; no company
comes, But a rabble of tenants, and rusty dull
*Rums. With parsons what lady can keep herself
clean! I'm all over daub'd when I sit by the dean. But if you will give us a barrack, my dear, The captain, I'm sure, will always come
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, Will tell him that chaplains should not be
* A cant word in Ireland for a poor country clergyman.