A joiner, to faften a faint in a nitch, Bor'd a lage auger-bole in the image's breech. Hear one flory more, and then I will stop. For fear the first drop might as well be his last. Why, that may be true; yet Wood upon Wood, * He was frequently burnt in effigy. TO IT SIR, TO DR. SHERIDAN. Dec. 14, 1719*, 9 at night. T is impoffible to know by your letter whether the wine is to be bottled to-morrow, or no. If it be, or be not, why did not you, in plain English, tell us fo? For my part, it was by mere chance I came to fit with the ladies this night: And if they had not told me there was a letter from you; and your man Alexander had not gone, and come back from the deanry; and the boy here had not been sent to let Alexander know I was here; I fhould have miffed the letter out-right. Truly I don't know who's bound to be fending for corks to stop your bottles, with a vengeance. Make a page of your own age, and fend your man Alexander to buy corks; for Saunders already has gone above ten jaunts. Mrs. Dingley and Mrs. Johnfon fay, truly they don't care for your wife's company, though they like your wine; but they had rather have it at their own house to drink in quiet. However, they own it is very civil in Mr. Sheridan te make the offer; and they cannot deny it. *This is probably dated too early. Mrs. Dingley and Mrs. Johnfon, I wish Alexander fafe at St Catharine's to-night, with all my heart and foul, upon my word and honour: But I think it base in you to fend a poor fellow out fo late at this time of year, when one would not turn out a dog that one valued; I appeal to your friend Mr. Connor I would prefent my humble fervice to my lady Mountcafhel; but truly I thought she would have made advances to have been acquainted with me, as fhe pretended. But now I can write no more, for you fee plainly my paper is ended. 1 P. S. I wish, when you prated, your letter you'd dated : Your man is belated; the cafe I have stated; I remember my late head; and wish you translated, 2 P. S. Mrs Dingley defires me fingly Her service to prefent you; hopes that will content you; But Johnson madam is grown a fad dame, For want of converfe, and cannot fend one verfe. 3 P. S. You keep fuch a twattling with you and your bottling; But I fee the fum total, we fhall ne'er have a bottle; The The long and the short, we shall not have a quart. I wish you would fign 't, that we have a pint. For all your colloguing, I'd be glad of a knoggin : But I doubt 'tis a fham; you won't give us a dram. 'Tis of fhine a month moon-full, you won't part with a fpoonfull, And I must be nimble, if can fill my thimble. You fee I won't stop, till I come to a drop ; But I doubt the oraculum is a poor fupernaculum; Though perhaps you tell it for a grace, if we smell it. STELLA, то QUILСА, A COUNTRY-HOUSE of Dr. SHERIDAN, In no very good Repair, 1725. ET me thy properties explain : LE A rotten cabbin dropping rain ; Sloth, Dirt, and Theft, around her wait. The name of an Irish fervant. The The BLESSINGS of a COUNTRY-Life. 1725. FAR from our debtors; no Dublin letters; The PLAGUES of a COUNTRY-LIFE. A companion with news; a great want of shoes; DR. SHERIDAN TO DR. SWIFT. 'D have you to know, as fure as you 're Dean, I hope, as I ride to the town, it won't rain; Entirely extinguith my poetic vein ; And then I fhould be as ftupid as Kain, [twain. Who preach'd on three heads, though he mention'd but Now Wardel's in hafte, and begins to complain; Get Helfham, Walmfiey, Delany, * i. e. in Dublin, for they were country-clergy. |