The Grand Question, &c. Written in the Year 1729. HUS fpoke to my Lady, the Knight full of THU Care; Let me have your Advice in a weighty Affair. I lose by the House what I get by the Land; For a Barrack or Malt-Houfe, we now muft confider. FIRST, let me fuppofe I make it a Malt-Houfe: Here I have computed the Profit will fall t'us. There's nine Hundred Pounds for Labour and Grain, I increase it to Twelve, fo three Hundred remain: A handsome Addition for Wine and good Chear, Three Dishes a Day, and three Hogfheads a Year. † A large old Houfe two Miles from Sir A- A's Sear. The Army in Ireland, is lodg'd in Atrong Buildings over the whole Kingdom, call'd Barracks. With With a Dozen large Vessels my Vault shall be stor❜d; THUS ended the Knight: Thus began his meck Wife : It must, and it shall be a Barrack, my Life. I'm grown a meer Mopus; no Company comes; But a Rabble of Tenants, and rufty dull* Rums; With Parfons, what Lady can keep herself clean? I'm all over dawb'd when I fit by the Dean. But, if you will give us a Barrack, my Dear, The Captain, I'm fure, will always come here ; * A cant Word in Ireland for a poor Country Clergyman I then shall not value his Deanfhip a Straw, For the Captain, I warrant, will keep him in Awe; Or fhould he pretend to be brisk and alert, Will tell him that Chaplains should not be so pert; That Men of his Coat fhould be minding their Prayers, And not among Ladies to give themselves Airs. THUS argu'd my Lady, but argu'd in vain ; The Knight his Opinion refolv'd to maintain. BUT * Hannah, who liften'd to all that was past, And could not endure fo vulgar a Taste, As foon as her Ladyfhip call'd to be dreft, Cry'd, Madam, why furely my Master's poffeft; Sir Arthur the Malfter! how fine it will found? I'd rather the BAWN were funk under Ground. But Madam, I gueft there wou'd never come Good, When I saw him so often with † Darby and Wood. And now my Dream's out: For I was a-dream'd That I faw a huge Rat: O dear, how I fcream'd! *My Lady's Waiting woman. Two of Sir A---'s Ma nagers. VOL. II. R And And after, me thought, I had loft my new Shoes; And, Molly, fhe faid, I should hear fome ill News. DEAR Madam, had you but the Spirit to teaze, You might have a Barrack whenever you please: And, Madam, I always believ'd you fo ftout, That for twenty Denials you would not give out. If I had a Husband like him, I purteft, 'Till he gave me my Will, I wou'd give him no Reft: And rather than come in the fame Pair of Sheets DEAR Madam, whene'er of a Barrack I think, At HAMILTON'S Bawn, and the Troop is arriv'd. Now Now, fee, when they meet, how their Honour's behave; Noble Captain, your Servant-Sir Arthur your Slave; You honour me much--the Honour is mine, I think I have feen her Picture by Fervis.----Good Morrow, good Captain,- --I'll wait on you down, You shan't ftir a Foot----You'll think me a Clown---- "Go, bring me my Smock, and leave off your "Thou haft certainly gotten a Cup in thy Pate. Pray, Madam, be quiet; what was it I faid?--You had like to have put it quite out of my Head. |