Why should he longer mince the matter? 95
He fail'd, because he could not flatter;
He had not learn'd to turn his coat,
Nor for a party give his vote :
His crime he quickly understood;
Too zealous for the nation's good :

100 He found the ministers resent it, Yet could not for his heart repent it.

The chaplain vows he cannot fawn, Though it would raise him to the lawn: He pass'd his hours among his books;

*105 You find it in his


looks :
He might, if he were worldly wise,
Preferment get, and spare his eyes :
But own'd, he had a stubborn spirit,
That made him truft alone in merit :
Would rise by merit to promotion ;
Alas! a mere chimeric notion.

The Doctor, if you will believe him,
Confefs’d a sin; and God forgive him !
Calld up at midnight, ran to save

115 A blind old beggar from the grave: But see how Satan spreads his snares ; He quite forgot to say his pray'rs. He cannot help it for his heart Sometimes to act the parson's part: Quotes from the Bible many a sentence, That moves his patients to repentance : And, when his med'cines do no good, Supports their minds with heav'nly food, At which, however well intended,

125 He hears the clergy are offended; And grown fo bold behind his back, To call him hypocrite and quack. In his own church he keeps a seat; Says grace before and after meat ;

r30 And calls, without affecting airs,






His household twice a day to pray'rs.
He shuns apothecaries shops;
And hates to cram the fick with flops ;
He scorns to make his art a trade;
Nor bribes my lady's fav’rite maid.
Old nurse-keepers would never hire
To recommend him to the 'squire ;
Which others, whom he will not name,
Have often practis’d to their shame.

The statesman tells you with a sneer,
His fault is to be too sincere ;
And, having no sinister ends,
Is apt to disoblige his friends.
The nation's good, his mafter's glory,
Without regard to Whig or Tory,
Were all the schemes he had in view ;
Yet he was seconded by few :
Though some had fpread a thoufand lies,
'Twas be defeated the Excise.
'Twas known, though he had borne afperfion,
That ftanding troops were his aversion:
His practice was, in ev'ry station,
To serve the King, and please the nation.
Though hard to find in ev'ry case,
The fittest man to fill a place ;
His promises he ne'er forgot,
But took memorials on the spot:
His enemies, for want of charity,
Said, he affected popularity :
'Tis true the people understood,
That all he did was for their good;
Their kind affections he has try'd ;
No love is lost on either side.
He came to court with fortune clear,
Which now he runs out ev'ry year;





Muft at the rate that he goes on,
Inevitably be undone.
Oh! if his Majesty would please
To give him but a writ of ease,

Would grant him licence to retire,
As it hath long been his desire,
By fair accounts it would be found,
He's poorer by ten thousand pound.
He owns, and hopes it is no fin,

175 He ne'er was partial to his kin; He thought it base for men in stations To croud the court with their relations : His country was his deareft mother, And ev'ry virtuous man his brother ;

180 Through modefty or awkward shame, (For which he owns himself to blame) He found the wiselt men he could, Without respect to friends or blood ; Nor ever acis on private views,

185 When he hath liberty to chuse.

The sharper swore he hated play,
Except to pass an hour away :
And well he might ; for to his coft
By want of skill he always loft ;

He heard there was a club of cheats,
Who had contriv'd a thousand feats;
Could change the stock, or cog a die,
And thus deceive the sharpest eye:
No wonder how his fortune funk,

195 His brothers fleece him when he's drunk.

I own the moral not exact;
Besides, the tale is false in fact :
And so absurd, that could I raise up
From fields Elysian fabling Æfop,
I would accuse him to his face
For libelling the four foot race.
Creatures of ey'ry kind but ours
Well comprehend their nat'ral pow'rs;





While we, whom reafon ought to sway,
Mistake our talents ev'ry day.
The ass was never known so stupid
To act the part of Tray or Cupid;
Nor leaps upon his master's lap,
There to be stroak’d, and fed with pap,
As Æsop would the world persuade;
He better understands his trade :
Nor comes, whene'er his lady whistles ;
But carries loads, and feeds on thistles.
Our author's meaning, I presume, is
A creature bipes et implumis I ;
Wherein the moralists defign'd
A compliment on human-kind:
For here he owns, that now and then
Beasts may degen'rate into men t.

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On DAN JACKSO N's picture cut in paper.

O fair Lady Betty, Dan sat for his picture,
And defy'd her to draw him so oft as he piqu'd

He knew she'd no pencil or colouring by her,
And therefore he thought he might safely defy her.
Come fit, says my Lady, then whips up her scissar, 5
And cuts out his coxcomb in filk in a trice, Sir.
Dan sat with attention, and saw with surprise
How the lengthen’d his chin, how she hollow'd his eyes;
But flatter'd himself with a secret conceit,
That his thin leathern jaws all her art would defeat.
Lady Betty observ'd it, then pulls out a pin,
And varies the grain of the stuff to his grin ;
Vol. VII.



* A definition of man disapproved by all logicians : Homo est animal bipes, implume, ere&to vultu. $ Sec Gulliver in his account of the Houyhnhnms, in vol. 2.

And to make roasted filk to resemble his raw-bone,
She rais'd up a thread to the jet of his jaw-bone;
Till at length in exactest proportion he rose, 15
From the crown of his head to the arch of his nose.
And if Lady Betty had drawn him with wig and all,
'Tis certain the copy had outdone the original.
Well, that's but my outside, says Dan with a va.

19 Say you so?, fays my Lady ; I've lind it with paper.


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LARISSA draws her scisfars from the case,

To draw the lines of poor Dan Jackson's face.
One floping cut made forehead, nose, and chin,
A nick produc'd a mouth and made him grin,
Şuch as in tailor's measure you have seen.

5 But still were wanting his grimalkin eyes, For which grey worsted ftocking paint supplies. Th’unravell'd thread through needle's eye convey'd, Transferr'd itself into his pasteboard-head. How came the scissars to be thus outdone ? The needle had an eye, and they had none. O wondrous force of art! now look at Dan--You'd swear the pasteboard was the betier man. The dev'l, says he, the head is not so fullIndeed it is, behold the paper scull.

15 ThoSD fcult.


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DAN’s evil genius in a trice

Had Aripp'd him of his coin at dice;
Chloe observing this disgrace,
On Pam cut out his rueful face.

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