Who weaves the chaplet, or provides the bays, Shall the wide Hoop, that standard of the town, Ye knowing Fair, how eminent that bed, gay! } Where the Chintze diamonds with the Silken Thread, "But where," say they, "fhall we bestow these "Weavers, "That spread our streets, and are fuch piteous cravers?" ON GAULSTOWN HOUSE. "TIS BY DR. DELANY *. IS so old, and so ugly, and yet fo convenient, You 're fometimes in pleasure, though often in pain in 't. 'Tis fo large you may lodge a few friends with ease in't. You may turn and stretch at your length if you please in 't ; 'Tis fo little, the family live in a prefs in 't, And poor lady Betty † has fcarce room to drefs in 't ; 'Tis fo cold in the winter, you can't bear to lie in 't, And fo hot in the fummer, you 're ready to fry in 't ; "Tis so brittle 'twould scarce bear the weight of a tun, Yet fo ftaunch, that it keeps out a great deal of fun; 'Tis fo crazy, the weather with eafe beats quite through it, And you 're forc'd every year in fome part to renew it, 'Tis fo ugly, fo useful, fo big, and fo little, 'Tis fo ftaunch, and so crazy, so strong, and so brittle, 'Tis at one time fo hot, and another fo cold, It is new, and of the old ; part of the part It is just half a blessing, and just half a curse I wish then, dear George, it were better or worse. *The feat of George Rochfort, efq. (father to the earl of Belvidere); where Dr. Swift and an agreeable fett of friends fpent part of the fummer of 1721. + Daughter to the earl of Drogheda, and the wife of Mr. Rochfort. THE THE COUNTRY-LIFE. Part of a Summer spent at GAULSTOWN-HOUSE. THALIA, tell in fober lays, How George, Nimt, Dant, Dean §, pafs their days; And, fhould our Gaulftown's art grow fallow, Yet Neget quis carmina Gallo? Here (by the way) by Gallus mean I Begin, my Muse. First from our bowers We fquander there an hour or more, All, heteroclite Dan except, Who neither time nor order kept, *Mr. Rochfort. 5 10 1-5 + His brother, Mr. John Rochfort; who was called Nimrod, from his great attachment to the chace. Rev. Daniel Jackson. Dr. Swift. But, But, by peculiar whimûes drawn, From the four elements affembling, Warn'd by the bell, all folks come trembling : Some from the lake's remoteft end : Dan leaves the earthly spade and rake: 25 30 The loiterers quake, no corner hides them, And lady Betty foundly chides them. Now water's brought, and dinner's done: 35 With "Church and King" the lady 's gone : George, Nim, and Dean, fet out at four, A fmall boat fo called. 45 + Mr. Rochfort's father was lord chief baron of the exchequer in Ireland. Or Or make a rumbling o'er his head, His candle out, and he a-bed) We watch his motions to a minute, * The weary Dean goes to his chamber; I might have mention'd feveral facts, Who gets a cold, who breaks his fhins; For brevity I have retrench'd How in the lake the Dean was drench'd: It would be an exploit to brag on, 55 How valiant George rode o'er the Dragon; *70 How steady in the storm he sat, And fav'd his oar, but loft his hat: Now Nim (no hunter e'er could match him) *The butler. How |