Some neighbour wit, that would be in the vogue, Hence then, ye homespun witlings, that persuade Miss Chloe to the fashion of her maid. Shall the wide hoop, that standard of the town, The skin, that vies with silk, would fret with stuff; Where the chintz diamonds with the silken thread, "But where," say they," shall we bestow these weavers, That spread our streets, and are such piteous cravers ?" The silk-worms (brittle beings!) prone to fate, ON GAULSTOWN HOUSE, HE SEAT OF GEORGE ROCHFORT, ESQ. BY DR DELANY. 'Tis so old and so ugly, and yet so convenient, You're sometimes in pleasure, though often in pain in't, 'Tis so 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 so little, the family live in a press in't, And poor Lady Betty* has scarce room to dress in't; 'Tis so cold in the winter, you can't bear to lie in't, And so hot in the summer, you're ready to fry in't; 'Tis so brittle 'twould scarce bear the weight of a tun, Yet so staunch, that it keeps out a great deal of sun; 'Tis so crazy, the weather with ease beats quite through it, And you're forced every year in some part to renew it; 'Tis so ugly, so useful, so big, and so little, 'Tis so staunch, and so crazy, so strong and so brittle, * Daughter of the Earl of Drogheda, and married to George Rochfort, Esq.-F. 1 'Tis at one time so hot, and another so cold, THE COUNTRY LIFE. PART OF A SUMMER SPENT AT GAULSTOWN HOUSE, THE SEAT OF GEORGE ROCHFORT, ESQ. [These verses were first published in the Whitehall Journal, with the following prefatory letter, in which the writer, with stupid malignity, represents a lively and humorous jeu d'esprit as a serious and ungrateful attack upon the hospitality of Gaulstown. To Sir James Baker, Knight, Chief Journalist of Great Britain. SIR, The inclosed being handed about, privately here, in print, I thought the post which you now so worthily fill entitled you to a perusal of it. It is a true and real Irish journal. All men consent, here, that it was written by the famous Dr Celer, dean to the tutelary saint of this kingdom. The malevolents amongst us cast invidious reflections on the Dean for writing this poem; and say that it was odd in him, after the kindest entertainment for some months together at Mr Rochford's house, who was Lord Chief Baron in this kingdom, in the last reign, to vanish away one morning sans ceremonie ; and that it was ungrateful, after having sucked all the sweets of Gaulstown, to leave the following sting behind him. If you give this packet a place in your Journal, you will oblige a vast number of your admirers in this kingdom, who are impatient to see the Dean's satire upon the hospitable Baron and the rest of his friends and messmates for almost a whole sum mer. I am, Your constant reader and most humble servant, DUBLIN, New-Year's Day, 1723. PHILOXENUS. From the foregoing absurd charge, the Dean condescended to vindicate himself, in a letter to Mr Cope, dated 9th October 1722.] THALIA, tell in sober lays, * How George, Nim, †, Dan, ‡ Dean, § pass their days; And, should our Gaulstown's art grow fallow, Here (by the way) by Gallus mean I At seven the Dean, in night-gown drest, *Mr Rochfort.-F. + His brother, Mr John Rochfort; who was called Nimrod, from his great attachment to the chase.-F. Rev. Daniel Jackson.-F. § Dr Swift.-F. And when she has him by the neck fast, Some from the lake's remotest end; * A small boat so called.-F. + The Dean has been censured, on an idle supposition of this passage being an allusion to the day of judgment. So says Mr Faulkner, in corroboration of which I observe, that, in "Gulliveriana," the passage is printed in Italics, with an index placed opposite to call the attention. In the Whitehall Journal, the Editor refuses to believe that the piece is Swift's, "because so pious a person as the Dean could not possibly forget all respect and reverence for things sacred, as to turn the day of judgment so openly into ridicule, as the author of this lampoon most manifestly does in this burlesque piece " Mr Rochfort's father was Lord Chief Baron of the exchequer in Ireland.-F. |