AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG, ON A SEDITIOUS PAMPHLET. 1720. (To the tune of " Packington's Pound.") This ballad alludes to the Dean's "Proposal for the use of Irish Manufactures," for which Waters the printer was prosecuted with great violence. Lord Chief-Justice Whitshed sent the jury repeatedly out of court, until he had wearied them into a special verdict.] says, BROCADOES, and damasks, and tabbies, and gauzes, Are by Robert Ballantine lately brought over, With forty things more: now hear what the law Whoe'er will not wear them, is not the king's lover. Though a printer and Dean, Seditiously mean, Our true Irish hearts from old England to wean, We'll buy English silks for our wives and our daugh ters, In spite of his deanship and journeyman Waters. In England the dead in woollen are clad, The dean and his printer then let us cry fye on; To be cloth'd like a carcase, would make a teague mad, Since a living dog better is than a dead lion. Our wives they grow sullen And all we poor shopkeepers must our horns pull in. Then we'll buy English silks, for our wives and our daughters, In spite of his deanship and journeyman Waters. Whoever our trading with England would hinder, Our noble grand jury, When they saw the dean's book, they were in a great fury; They would buy English silks for their wives and their daughters, In spite of his deanship and journeyman Waters. This wicked rogue Waters, who always is sinning, And before coram nobis so oft has been call'd, Henceforward shall print neither pamphlets nor linen, And if swearing can do't shall be swingingly maul'd; 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 silks for our wives and our daughters, In spite of his deanship and journeyman Waters. THE RUN UPON THE BANKERS. * 1720. THE bold encroachers on the deep, The multitude's capricious pranks, Money, the life-blood of the nation, Its motion and its heat maintains. Because 'tis lordly not to pay, We want our money on the nail; Riches, the wisest monarch sings, "Make pinions for themselves to fly;" This poem was printed some years ago, and it should seem, by the late failure of two bankers, to be somewhat prophetic. It was therefore thought fit to be reprinted.-Dub. Ed. They fly like bats on parchment wings, No money left for squandering heirs! "That they had never known their letters." Conceive the works of midnight hags, Conceive the whole enchantment broke; So powerful are a banker's bills, Thus when an earthquake lets in light He hides within his darkest cell. As when a conjurer takes a lease Whene'er the bloody bond appears. A baited banker thus desponds, From his own hand foresees his fall They have his soul, who have his bonds; 'Tis like the writing on the wall. How will the caitiff wretch be scared, And all his grand account to make! For in that universal call, Few bankers will to heaven be mounters; They'll cry, " Ye shops upon us fall! Conceal and cover us, ye counters!" When other hands the scales shall hold, UPON THE HORRID PLOT DISCOVERED BY HARLEQUIN, THE BISHOP Of Rochester's FRENCH DOG. In a Dialogue between a WHIG and a TORY. 1723. I ASK'D a whig the other night, How came this wicked plot to light? In Atterbury's trial a good deal of stress was laid upon the circumstance of a dog called Harlequin being mentioned in the in. tercepted correspondence. See Volume XII. p. 245, Note. The dog was sent in a present to the bishop from Paris, and its leg was broken by the way. |