Not only the actors engaged in this job,

But those that encourage and set on the mob:
The mob, a paw word, and which I ne'er mention,
But must in this place, for the sake of distinction.
I hear that some bailiffs and some justices

Have strove what they could, all this rage to

suppress;

And I hope many more
Will exert the like power,
Since none will, depend on't,

Get a jot of preferment.

But men of this kidney, as I told you before.-
I'll tell you a story: Once upon a time,

Some hot-headed fellows must needs take a whim,
And so were so weak
('Twas a mighty mistake)
To pull down and abuse

Bawdy houses and stews;

Who, tried by the laws of the realm for high-treason, Were hang'd, drawn, and quarter'd for that very

reason.

When the time came about

For us all to set out,

We went to take leave of the queen;

Where were great men of worth,
Great heads and so forth,

The greatest that ever were seen:
And she gave us a large
And particular charge;-
Good part on't indeed

Is quite out of my head ;-
But I remember she said,

We should recommend peace and good neighbourhood, where

soever we came; and so I do here;

For that every one, not only men and their wives, Should do all that they can to lead peaceable lives;

And told us withal, that she fully expected
A special account how ye all stood affected;

When we've been at St. James's, you'll hear of the

matter.

Again then I charge ye,

Ye men of the clergy,
That ye follow the track all
Of your own Bishop Blackall,
And preach, as ye should,
What's savoury and good;
And together all cling,

As it were, in a string;

Not falling out, quarrelling one with another, Now we're treating with Monsieur, that son of his mother.

Then proceeded on the common matters of the law; and concluded:

Once more, and no more, since few words are best,
I charge you all present, by way of request,
If ye honour, as I do,

Our dear royal widow,
Or have any compassion
For church or the nation;

And would live a long while

In continual smile,

And eat roast and boil,

And not be forgotten,

When ye are dead and rotten;

That ye would be quiet, and peaceably dwell,
And never fall out, but p-s all in a quill.

BALLAD.

To the Tune of" Commons and Peers."

THIS hitherto unpublished Poem seems to have been one of the frequent squibs levelled by Swift against the Whigs, during the administration of Oxford; it is taken from an original MS. in the Dean's handwriting, found among Mr. Steele's papers.

I.

A WONDERFUL age

Is now on the stage:
I'll sing you a song if I can,
How modern Whigs'

Dance forty-one jigs,

But God bless our gracious Queen Anne.

out.

II.

The kirk with applause
Is established by laws

As the orthodox church of the nation.
The bishops do own

It's as good as their own.

And this, Sir, is call'd moderation.

Alluding to the year 1641, when the great rebellion broke

III.

It's no riddle now
To let you see how

A church by oppression may speed;
Nor is't banter or jest,

That the kirk faith is best

On the other side of the Tweed.

IV.

For no soil can suit
With every fruit,

Even so, Sir, it is with religion;
The best church by far

Is what grows where you are,
Were it Mahomet's ass or his pigeon.

V.

Another strange story
That vexes the Tory,
But sure there's no mystery in it,
That a pension and place

Give communicants grace,
Who design to turn tail the next minute.

VI.

For if it be not strange,
That religion should change,

As often as climates and fashions

;

Then sure there's no harm,

That one should conform,

To serve their own private occasions.

VII.

Another new dance,

Which of late they advance, Is to cry up the birth of Pretender, And those that dare own

The queen heir to the crown, Are traitors, not fit to defend her.

VIII.

The subject's most loyal That hates the blood royal, And they for employments have merit, Who swear queen and steeple Were made by the people, And neither have right to inherit.

IX.

The monarchy's fixt,
By making on't mixt,
And by non-resistance o'erthrown ;
And preaching obedience

Destroys our allegiance,

And thus the Whigs prop up the throne.

X.

That viceroy* is best,

That would take off the test,

* Lord Wharton.