A lady that long'd, is by eating of glue sick; There's a gamester in town, for a throw that he threw sick, And yet the old trade of his dice he'll pursue sick; I've known an old miser for paying his due sick; At present I'm grown by a pinch of my shoe sick, And what would you have me with verses to do sick? Send rhymes, and I'll send you some others in lieu sick. Of rhymes I have plenty, And therefore send twenty. Answered the same day when sent, Nov. 23. I desire you will carry both these to the Doctor, together with his own; and let him know we are not persons to be insulted. I was at Howth to-day, and staid abroad a-visiting till just now. Tuesday Evening, Nov. 23, 1731. "Can you match with me, 1 Time.-Dublin ed. But, if me you can conquer, I'll own you a strong cur.' This morning I'm growing, by smelling of yew, sick; My brother's come over with gold from Peru sick; Last night I came home in a storm that then blew sick; This moment my dog at a cat I halloo sick; I hear from good hands, that my poor cousin Hugh's sick; By quaffing a bottle, and pulling a screw sick: And now there's no more I can write (you'll ex cuse) sick; You see that I scorn to mention word music. I'll do my best, To send the rest; Without a jest, I'll stand the test. These lines that I send you, I hope you'll peruse sick; I'll make you with writing a little more news sick; Last night I came home with drinking of booze sick; My carpenter swears that he'll hack and he'll hew sick. 1 The lines "thus marked" were written by Dr. Swift, at the bottom of Dr. Helsham's twenty lines; and the following fourteen were afterwards added on the same paper. ---N. An officer's lady, I'm told, is tattoo sick; I'm afraid that the line thirty-four you will view sick. Lord! I could write a dozen more; A TRUE AND FAITHFUL INVENTORY Or the goods belonging to Dr. Swift, Vicar of Laracor; Upon lending his house to the Bishop of Meath, until his own was built.' AN oaken broken elbow-chair; A wig, with hanging, grown quite grey; A pair of bellows, without pipe; A dish, which might good meat afford once; This poem was written by Sheridan, who had it presented to the Bishop by a beggar, in the form of a petition, to Swift's great surprise, who was in the carriage with his Lordship at the time.-Scott. An Ovid, and an old Concordance; One is for meal, and one for water; AN INVITATION TO DINNER, FROM DOCTOR SHERIDAN TO DOCTOR SWIFT. 1727. I've sent to the ladies1 this morning to warn 'em, To order their chaise, and repair to Rathfarnam; Where you shall be welcome to dine, if your dean[ship.3 Can take up with me, and my friend Stella's leanI've got you some soles, and a fresh bleeding bret, ship Mrs. Johnson (Stella) and her friend Mrs. Dingley.---F. 2 A village near Dublin, where Dr. Sheridan had a country house.---F. 3 Stella was at this time in a very declining state of health. She died the January following.---F. That's just disengaged from the toils of a net: suppose, We've sworn to make out an agreeable feast, Our dinner, our wine, and our wit to your taste. Your answer in half-an-hour, though you are at prayers; you have a pencil in your pocket. He means Stella, who was certainly one of the most amiable women in the world.---F. |