If he be guilty, you must mend him? If he be innocent, defend him.

* Which was afterward the subject of several poems by Swift and others.-H.

+ Sa prose, dit Pelisson, est ce qu'il y a de plus châtié, et plus exact; elle a un certain air de galanterie, qui ne se trou point ailleurs, et quelque chose de si naturel, et de si fin tout e semble, que la lecture, en est infinitement agréable. Ses vers sont peut-être guéres moins beaux, encore qu'ils soient plus nég gez; mais quand il méprise les régles, c'est en maître."-MOREE VIII. 167.

i

LY, 1720.

Walker, favoured me with
elegy: "The subject was
Dublin, who died 6th July
al party, happened to be in
al
th July
when the news of Demar's
he elegy was the joint com-

sents, Death, the tamer,
ne corpse of Demar:
sand sterling pound
on under ground.
ll his wealth possess'd,
ron chest.

will joy to know

he shades below.

ad wore a threadbare cloak; charge of other folk: ne held out his palms, an object fit for alms. fus'd his pelf, indly as himself.

A golden monument
Because we wish the earth
Oh London Tavern!* th
Though in thy walls he ne'
He touch'd the pence when
The hand that sign'd the mo
Old as he was, no vulgar
On him could ever boast a p
But as he weigh'd his go
Cast in his dart, which made
And, as he saw his darling m
Blew his last breath to sink t
He who so long was current,
The should now be cry'd do
The sexton shall green soo
Alas, the sexton is thy banke
A dismal banker must that ba
Who gives no bills but of mo

A tavern in Dublin, where Dem Mr Walker found this note in the As I passed through Smithfield No. 34, in which the remarkable Jo ad died. He was buried in the S. W -No tombstone for many years +These four lines were written b

Because we wish the earth upon him light.

Oh London Tavern!* thou hast lost a friend Though in thy walls he ne'er did farthing spen He touch'd the pence when others touch'd the The hand that sign'd the mortgage paid the sho Old as he was, no vulgar known disease

On him could ever boast a power to seize;

But as he weigh'd his gold, grim Death in Cast in his dart, which made three moidores lig And, as he saw his darling money fail,

Blew his last breath to sink the lighter scale."
He who so long was current, 'twould be strange
If he should now be cry'd down since his chan
The sexton shall green sods on thee bestow;
Alas, the sexton is thy banker now!

A dismal banker must that banker be,
Who gives no bills but of mortality!

* A tavern in Dublin, where Demar kept his office.-F Mr Walker found this note in the diary of a deceased f "As I passed through Smithfield (Dublin), I saw the No. 34, in which the remarkable John Demar, the usurer and died. He was buried in the S. W. corner of St Paul's cl yard. No tombstone for many years."

+ These four lines were written by Stella.-F.