The Author having wrote a treatise, advifing the people of Ireland 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 oneWhitfhed, then Chief Justice, thought proper, in a manner the most extraordina ry, to keep the grand jury above twelve bours, and to fend them eleven times out of court, until he had wearied them into a special verdict.

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Excellent new SONG on a ditious Pamphlet.

To the Tune of Packingten's Pound.

Written in the Year 1720.

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ROCADOES, and damasks, and tabbies, and gawses,

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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

Our true Irish hearts from old England to wean ;

We'll

We'll buy English filks for our wives and our

daughters,

In fpite of his Deanfhip and journeyman Waters. II.

In England the dead in woolen are clad,

The Dean and his Printer then let us cry fye on; To be cloth'd like a carcafs would make a teague mad,

Since a living dog's better than a dead lion,
Our wives they grow fullen.

At wearing of woolen,

And all we poor shop-keepers must our horns pull in.

Then we'll buy English filks, &c.

III.

Whoever our trading with England would hinder,
To inflame both the nations do plainly conspire;
Because Irish linen will foon turn to tinder;
And wool it is greafy, and quickly takes fire.
Therefore I afsure ye,

Our noble grand jury,

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

They would buy English filks for their wives, &c.

IV.

This wicked rogue Waters, who always is finning, And before coram nobis so oft has been call'd, Henceforward fhall print neither pamphlets nor linen,

And, if fwearing can do't, fhall be fwingingly

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 fpite of his Deanship and journeyman Waters,

The AUTHOR upon HIMSELF.

Written about the Year 1713.

A few of the first lines were wanting in the copy fent us by a friend of the Author's from London.

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Y an old

*

-purfu'd,

A crazy Prelate, and a royal prude. By dull Divines, who look with envious eyes, On ev'ry genius that attempts to rife; And paufing o'er a pipe, with doubtful nod, Give hints, that Poets ne'er believe in God. So, clowns on fcholars as on wizards look, And take a folio for a conj'ring book.

SWIFT had the fin of wit, no venial crime;
Nay, 'twas affirmed, he fometimes dealt in rhyme:
Humour and mirth had place in all he writ:
He reconcil'd divinity and wit.

Dr. SHARP, Archbishop of YORK.
Queen ANNE.

He

He mov'd, and bow'd, and talk'd with so much

grace;

Nor fhew'd the parfon in his gait or face:
Defpis'd luxurious wines and costly meat;
Yet ftill was at the tables of the great;
Frequented Lords; faw thofe, that faw the Queen;

*

At Child's or Truby's never once had been;
Where town and country vicars flock in tribes,
Secur'd by numbers from the laymens gibes;
And deal in vices of the graver fort,
Tobacco, cenfure, coffee, pride, and port.

BUT, after fage monitions from his friends, His talents to employ for nobler ends; To better judgments willing to submit, He turns to politicks his dang'rous wit.

AND now, the publick interest to support,
By Harley Swift invited comes to court.
In favour grows with minifters of ftate;"
Admitted private, when fuperiors wait:
And Harley, not afham'd his choice to own,
Takes him to Windfor in his coach, alone.
At Windfor SWIFT no fooner can appear,
But + St. John comes and whispers in his ear;
The waiters ftand in ranks; the Yeomen cry,
Make room; as if a Duke were paffing by.

A Coffee-house and Tavern near St. Paul's, much frequented by the clergy.

†Then Secretary of State, now Lord BOLINGBROKE, the most universal Genius in Europes

13.

Now

Now* Finch alarms the Lords; he hears for

This dang'rous prieft is got behind the curtain:/ Finch, fam'd for tedious elocution, proves, That Swift oils many a spring, which Harley moves, Walpole and Ayfiaby, to clear the doubt, Inform the commons that the fecret's out: “A certain Doctor is observ'd of late, "To-haunt a certain minifter of state: "From whence, with half an eye, we may dif "cover,

"The peace is made, and Perkin must come over. York is from Lambeth fent, to fhew the Queen A dang'rous treatise writ against the spleen; Which by the style, the matter, and the drift, "Tis thought could be the work of none but Swift. Poor York! the harmless tool of others hate;

He fues for pardon and repents too late.

Now

her vengeance vows

On Swift's reproaches for her

;

From her red locks her mouth with venom fills;

And thence into the royal ear instills.

The Queen incens'd his fervices forgot,
Leaves him a victim to the vengeful Scot:

* Late Earl of NOTTINGHAM, who made a speech in the house of Lords against the Author.

†Those two made speeches in the house of Commons against the Author, although the latter profeffed much friendship for him.

The Tale of a Tub.

It is known, that his Grace sent a message to the Author to defire his pardon, and that he was very forry for what he had faid and done.

Now,