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says, *

So the Chaplain came in. Now the servants say

he is my sweetheart, Because he's always in my chamber, and I always

take his part. So, as the devil would have it, before I was aware,

out I blunder'd, " Parson,” said I, " can you cast a nativity, when.

a body's plunder'd?" (Now you must know, he hates to be call’d Parson,

like the devil !) “ Truly,” says he, “ Mrs Nab, it might become

you to be more civil ; If your money be gone, as a learned Divine

d'ye see, You are no text for my handling ; so take that

from me: I was never taken for a Conjurer before, I'd have « Lord !” said I,“ don't be angry, I am sure I

never thought you so ; You know I honour the cloth; I design to be a

Parson's wife; I never took one in your coat for a conjurer in all With that he twisted his girdle at me like a rope, as

who should say, « Now you may go hang yourself for me !" and so

went away, Well : I thought I should have swoon'd. “ Lord!"

said I, “what shall I do? I have lost my money, and shall lose my true love

you to know."

my life.

too !

* Dr Bolton, one of the chaplains.-FAULKNER.

« don't cry;

Then my lord call’d me: “Harry, t” said my Lord, I'll give you something toward thy loss”: “ And,”

says my lady, “ so will I.” Oh! but, said I, what if, after all, the Chaplain

won't come to? For that, he said, (an't please your Excellencies,)

I must petition you. The premises tenderly consider'd, I desire your

Excellencies protection, And that I may have a share in next Sunday's col

lection, And, over and above, that I

may

have lencies letter, With an order for the Chaplain aforesaid, or, in

stead of him a better: And then your poor petitioner, both night and

day, Or the chaplain (for 'tis his trade,) as in duty

bound, shall ever pray.

your Excel.

* A cant word of Lord and Lady Berkeley to Mrs Hare ris.-H.

A BALLAD ON THE GAME OF TRAFFIC.

WRITTEN AT THE CASTLE OF DUBLIN, 1699.

My Lord, * to find out who must deal,

Delivers cards about,
But the first knave does seldom fail

To find the doctor out.
But then his honour cry'd, gadzooks!

And seem'd to knit his brow:
For on a knave he never looks

But h' thinks upon Jack How. t Ny lady, though she is no player,

Some bungling partner takes, And, wedg'd in corner of a chair,

Takes snuff, and holds the stakes. Dame Floyd-looks-out-in grave suspense

For pair royals and sequents;
But, wisely cautious of her pence,

The castle seldom frequents.
Quoth Herries, † fairly putting cases,

I'd won it on my word,
If I had but a pair of aces,

And could pick up a third.
But Weston has a new-cast gown

On Sundays to be fine in,

* The Earl of Berkeley.-H. + Paymaster to the army.-H. #Mrs Frances Harris, the heroine of the preceding poem.

And, if she can but win a crown,

'Twill just new dye the lining. « With these is parson Swift, *

« Not knowing how to spend his time, « Does make a wretched shift,

“ To deafen them with puns and rhyme.”.

A BALLAD,

TO THE TUNE OF, THE CUT-PURSE.

WRITTEN IN AUGUST 1702.

I.
Once on a time, as old stories rehearse,

A friar would need show his talent in Latin ; But was sorely put to't in the midst of a verse, Because he could find no word to come pat in:

Then all in the place

He left a void space,
And so went to bed in a desperate case:

* Written by Lady Betty Berkeley, afterwards Lady Betty Germain. See the next poem.

+ Lady Betty Berkeley, finding the preceding verses in the author's room unfinished, wrote under them the concluding stanza, which gavę occasion to this ballad, written by the author in a counterfeit hand, as if a third person had done it.-Swift.

The Cut-purse is a ballad sung by Nightingale, the ballad. singer, in Ben Jonson's Bartholomew Fair. The tune seems to have been very popular, and the words the subject of many paro. dies. See one upon an adventure of Jonathan Wild, in Pope and Swift's Miscellanies, Vol. XIII. p. 365.

When behold the next morning a wonderful riddle! He found it was strangely fill'd up in the middle. Cho. Let censuring critics then think what they

list on't; Who would not write verses with such an as

sistant ?

II.
This put me the friar into an amazement :

For he wisely considered it must be a sprite; That he came through the keyhole, or in at the

casement; And it needs must be one that could both read

and write:

Yet he did not know

If it were friend or foe, Or whether it came from above or below: Howe'er, it was civil, in angel or elf, For he ne'er could have fill'd it so well of himself.

CHO. Let censuring, &c.

III.
Even so Master Doctor had puzzled his brains

In making a ballad, but was at a stand :
He had mixt little wit with a great deal of pains,
When he found a new help

from invisible hand. Then, good Doctor Swift,

Pay thanks for the gift, For you freely must own you were at a dead lift; And, though soine malicious young spirit did do't, You may know by the hand it had no cloven foot. ,

CHO. Let censuring, &c,

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