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Part of a Summer fpent at GAULS TOWN-HOUSE.
HALIA, tell in fober lays,
How George, Nim+, Dan 1, 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
Not Sheridan, but friend Delany.
And kiffes George, and ends our lectures";
Who neither time nor order kept,
+ His brother, Mr. John Rochfort;
who was called
Nimrod, from his great attachment to the chace.
Rev. Daniel Jackson.
§ Dr. Swift.
But, by peculiar whimfies drawn,
Peeps in the ponds to look for spawn;
Or mars a text, or mends his hofe ;
From the four elements affembling,
Warn'd by the bell, all folks come trembling : s',
Some from the lake's remoteft end:
Dan leaves the earthly spade and rake:
The loiterers quake, no corner hides them,
And lady Betty foundly chides them.
Now water's brought, and dinner's done:
With "Church and King" the lady 's gone :
(Not reckoning half an hour we pafs
In talking o'er a moderate glafs).
Dan, growing drowsy, like a thief
And this must pass for reading Hammond-
(Not to disturb him in his sleep,
A fmall boat fo called.
+ Mr. Rochfort's father was lord chief baron of the
✨exchequer in Ireland.
Or make a rumbling o'er his head,
His candle out, and he a-bed)
We watch his motions to a minute,
And leave the flood when he goes in it.
I might have mention'd feveral facts,
Like episodes between the acts;
Who gets a cold, who breaks his shins ; "How Dan caught nothing in his net, And how the boat was overfet.
For brevity I have retrench'd
How in the lake the Dean was drench'd:
It would be an exploit to brag on,
How valiant George rode o'er the Dragon;
How fteady in the storm he fat,
And fav'd his oar, but loft his hat :
Now Nim. (no hunter e'er could match him)
How skilfully Dan mends his nets;
The ladies, and lampoon their fex:
I might have told how oft' dean Percivale
How haughtily he cocks his nofe,
But now there needs no more be faid on 't,
Tells every thing that you can think of,
How Jowler howl'd, and what a fright
But now, fince I have gone fo far on,
And fince he owns the king of Sweden.
Now all his hopes are in the Czar :
"Why, Mufcovy is not fo far:
"Down the Black Sea, and up The Streights,
By Christmas we shall fee ftrange things."
To choak the girls, and to confume a rabble?
How tranfient all things are below,
How prone to change is human life!
Last night arriv'd Clem and his wife-
Which caufes many fpeculations.
* Mr. Clement Barry.