Bring down Long Shanks Jim* too; but, now I think on't, he's not yet come from Courtown,† I fancy; For I heard, a month ago, that he was down there a courting sly Nancy. However, bring down yourself, and you bring down all; for, to say it we may venture, In thee Delany's spleen, John's mirth, Helsham's jokes, and the soft soul of amorous Jemmy, centre. POSTSCRIPT. I had forgot to desire you to bring down what I say you have, and you'll believe me as sure as a gun, and own it; I mean, what no other mortal in the universe can boast of, your own spirit of pun, and own wit. And now I hope you'll excuse this rhyming, which I must say is (though written somewhat at large) trim and clean; And so I conclude, with humble respects as usual, Your most dutiful and obedient GEORGE-NIM-DAN-DEAN. * Dr. James, Stopford, bishop of Cloyne. F. †The seat of Hussay, esq. in the county of Kildare. F ‡ This Invitation seems to have been the joint composition of George Rochfort, John Rochfort (who was called Nim, or Nimrod, by Dr. Swift, because he was fond of hunting), Dan Jackson, and Dr. Swift, in a vein of whim and merriment; and, in all probability, was sent off directly by the post to Sheridan. The letter from Dr. Sheridan, July 15, 1721, addressed to George Nim-Dan-Dean, esq. seems to have suggested the hint. p. 257. N. See TO GEORGE-NIM-DAN-DEAN, ESQ. UPON HIS INCOMPARABLE VERSES, ETC. BY DR. DEĻANY, IN SHERIDAN'S NAME. HAIL, human compound quadrifarious, Hail! doubly-doubled mighty merry one, To reach thy huge colossian height. Yet let me bless, in humbler strain, Like rivers rattling in their fall ! Where wit and majesty combine; Where every line, as huge as seven, If stretch'd in length, would reach to Heaven: Here all comparing would be slandering, The least is more than Alexandrine. * These were written all in circles. F. Against Against thy verse Time sees with pain, For, though from thee he much may pare, O thou, of all the Nine inspir'd! Thy verse-(Ye Gods! I cannot bear it) The long, long string, with which you fly kite. * At Gaulstown, there is a remarkably famous echo. F. 1 TO MR. THOMAS SHERIDAN, UPON HIS VERSES WRITTEN IN CIRCLES. BY DR. SWIFT. IT never was known that circular letters, By humble companions was sent to their betters; That we walk all about like a horse in a pound, rant, To give us your measures of line by a quadrant, metre, your d-n'd In each single verse, took up a diameter. But how, Mr. Sheridan, came you to venture Twill appear, to your cost, you are fairly trepann'd, As her betters are us'd, shall be lash'd round the ring, Three fellows with whips, and the dean holds the string. Their figures were in the centre of the verses. F. Will Hancock declares, you are out of your compass, To encroach on his art by writing of bombast; And has taken just now a firm resolution. To answer your style without circumlocution. * Lady Betty presents you her service most humble, And is not afraid your worship will grumble, Which is all at present; and so I remain— ON DR. SHERIDAN'S CIRCULAR VERSES. BY MR. GEORGE ROCHFORT, WITH music and poetry equally blest, To the airs I produce from the pen or the gut. The lady of George Rochfort, esq. F. See "Apollo to the Dean," p. 213. N. Though |