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A French gentleman dining with fome company on a faft-day, called for fome bacon and eggs. The rest were very angry, and reproved him for fo hainous a fin; whereupon he wrote the following lines extempore; which are here tranflated.

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HO can believe with common sense,
A bacon-flice gives God offence,

Or how a herring hath a charm

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Almighty vengeance to difarm?

Wrapt up in majesty divine,

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+ It is the custom in Ireland, to call nurfes fofter-mothers, their husbands foster-fathers, and their children fofter-brothers or ofter-fifters: and thus the poorest claim kindred to the richest.

An excellent new SONG on a feditious pam

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To the tune of Packington's pound.

Written in the year 1720.

Rocados and damasks, and tabbies, and gawfes, Are by Robert Ballentine lately brought over, With forty things more: now hear what the law fays, Whoe'er will not wear them, is not the King's lover. Tho' a printer and dean

Seditiously mean

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Our true Irish hearts from old England to wean; We'll buy English filks for our wives and our daughters, In spite of his Deanship and journeyman Waters.

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In England the dead in woollen are clad,

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The Dean and his printer then let us cry fie on ; To be cloth'd like a carcafe would make a Teague mad, Since a living dog better is than a dead lion.

Our wives they grow fullen

At wearing of woollen,

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And all we poor shopkeepers must our horns pull in. Then we'll buy English filks for our wives and our daughters,

In spite of his Deanship and journeyman Waters.

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Whoever our trading with England would hinder, To inflame both the nations do plainly confpire; 20 Because Irish linen will foon turn to tinder;

And wool it is greafy and quickly takes fire.

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* Dr Swift having wrote a treatise advising the people of Ire land to wear their own manufactures, a profecution was fet on foot against Waters the printer thereof; which was carried on with fo much violence, that the then Lord Chief Justice, Whitfhed, thought proper, in a manner the most extraordinary, to keep the grand jury above twelve hours, and to fend them eleven times out of court, until he had wearied them into a fpecial verdict. Dub. edit. See vol, iii. p. 3.

Therefore I affure ye,

Our noble grand jury,

When they faw the Dean's book, they were in a great fury:

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They would buy English filks for their wives, and their daughters,

In spite of his Deanship and journeyman Waters.

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This wicked rogue Waters, who always is finning, And before Carum nobus so oft has been call'd, 29 Henceforward fhall print neither pamphlets nor linen. And, if fwearing can do't, fhall be fwingingly maul'd: And as for the Dean,

You know whom I mean,

If the printer will peach him, he'll scarce come off clean. Then we'll buy English filks for our wives and our daughters,

In spite of his Deanship and journeyman Waters.

CARBERIE RUPES in comitatu Corgagenfi apud Hibernicos *.

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Scripfit Jun. ann. Dom. 1723.

Cce ingens fragmen fcopuli, quod vertice fummo Defuper impendet, nullo fundamine nixum, Decidit in fluctus: maria undique et undique faxa Horrifono ftridore tonant, et ad æthera murmur Erigitur; trepidatque fuis Neptunus in undis. Nam, longâ venti rabie, atque afpergine crebrâ Æquorei laticis, fpecus imâ rupe cavatur : Jam fultura ruit, jam fumma cacumina nutant; Jam cadit in præceps moles, et verberat undas. Attonitus credas, hinc dejeciffe tonantem Montibus impofitos montes, et Pelion altum In capita anguipedum cœlo jaculâffe gigantum. • See above, p. 5.

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SÆPE etiam fpelunca immani aperitur hiatu Exefa è fcopulis, et utrinque foramina pandit, Hinc atque hinc a ponto ad pontum pervia Phœbo. 15 Cautibus enormè junctis laquearia tecti Formantur; moles olim ruitura fuperne. Fornice fublimi nidos pofuere palumbes,

Inque imo ftagní pofuere cubilia phocæ.

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SED, cum fævit hyems, et venti, carcere rupto, 20 Immenfos volvunt fluctus ad culmina montis, Non obfeffæ arces, non fulmina vindice dextrâ Miffa Jovis, quoties inimicas fævit in urbes, Exæquant fonitum undarum, veniente procellâ : Littora littoribus reboant; vicinia latè, Gens affueta mari, et pedibus percurrere rupes, Terretur tamen, et longè fugit, arva relinquens. GRAMINA dum carpunt pendentes rupe capellæ, Vi falientis aquæ de fummo præcipitantur, Et dulces animas imo fub gurgite linquunt.

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PISCATOR terrâ non audet vellere funem ; Sed latet in portu tremebundus, et, aëra fudum Haud fperans, Nereum precibus votifque fatigat. [We have added a tranflation of the preceding poem for the benefit of our English readers. It is done by Mr W. Dunkin, M. A. for whom our fuppofed author hath expreffed a great regard on account of his ingenious performances, altho' unacquainted with him.]

CARBERY ROCKS in the county of Cork, Ireland.

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O! from the top of yonder cliff, that shrouds Its airy head amidst the azure clouds, Hangs a huge fragment; deftitute of props, Prone on the waves the rocky ruin drops ! With hoarfe rebuff the fwelling feas rebound, From fhore to shore the rocks return the found: The dreadful murmur heaven's high convex cleaves, And Neptune shrinks beneath his subject waves:

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For long the whirling winds and beating tides
Had scoop'd a vault into its nether fides.
Now yields the base, the summits nod, now urge
Their headlong courfe, and lash the founding furge.
Not louder noife could shake the guilty world,
When Jove heap'd mountains upon mountains hurl'd ;
Retorting Pelion from his dread abode,

To crush earth's rebel-fons beneath the load.
OFT too with hideous yawn the caverns wide
Prefent an orifice on either fide,

A difmal orifice from fea to fea
Extended, pervious to the god of day:
Uncouthly join'd the rocks stupendous form
An arch, the ruin of a future ftorm:

High on the cliff their nefts the woodquefts make,
And fea-calves stable in the oozy lake.

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BUT when bleak Winter with his fullen train
Awakes the winds to vex the watʼry plain;
When o'er the craggy steep without controul,
Big with the blaft, the raging billows roul;
Not towns beleaguer'd, not the flaming brand,
Darted from heav'n by Jove's avenging hand,.
Oft as on impious men his wrath he pours,
Humbles their pride, and blasts their gilded tow'rs,,
Equal the tumult of this wild uproar :

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Waves rush o'er waves, rebellows fhore to shore.
The neighb'ring race, tho' wont to brave the shocks 35-
Of angry feas, and run along the rocks,.

Now pale with terror, while the ocean foams,
Fly far and wide, nor trust their native homes.

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THE goats, while pendent from the mountain-top The wither'd herb improvident they crop, Wash'd down the precipice with fudden fweep, Leave their fweet lives beneath th' unfathom'd deep. The frighted fisher with defponding eyes, Tho' fafe, yet trembling in the harbour lies,

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