Gulliveriana or, a fourth volume of miscellanies. Being a Sequel of the Three Volumes published by Pope and Swift. To which is added, Alexanderiana; or, A Comparison between the Ecclesiastical and Poetical Pope. And many Things, in Verse and Prose, relating to the latter. With an ample Preface; and a Critique on the Third Volume of Miscellanies lately publish'd by those two facetious Writers [by Jonathan Smedley] |
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The Journal.
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The Journal.
Thalia, tell in sober Lays,
How George, Nim, Dan, Dean, pass their Days,
And should our Galls-town Wit grow fallow,
Yet, Neget quis Carmina Gallo?
Here (by the Way) by Gallus mean I,
Not Sheridon, but Friend Delany.
Begin my Muse. First from our Bowers,
We issue forth, at different Hours.
At Seven the Dean, in Night-Gown dress'd,
Goes round the House to wake the rest:
At Nine, grave Nim and George facetious,
Go to the Dean to read Lucretius:
At Ten, my Lady comes and Hectors,
And kisses George, and ends our Lectures;
And as she has him by the Neck fast,
Hawl's him, and scolds us down to Breakfast;
We squander there an Hour and more,
And then all Hands, Boys, to the Oar,
All, Heteroclite Dan except,
Who neither Time nor Order kept:
But by peculiar Whimsies drawn,
Peeps in the Ponds to look for Spawn,
O'er-sees the Work, or Dragon rows,
Or spoils a Text, or mends his Hose:
Or—but proceed we in our Journal:
At Two, or after, we return all.
From the Four Elements assembling,
Warn'd by the Bell, all Folks come trembling.
From airy Garrets some descend,
Some from the Lake's remotest End;
My Lord and Dean the Fire forsake,
Dan leaves the earthly Spade and Rake;
The Loyt'rers quake, no Corner hides 'em,
And Lady Betty soundly chides 'em.
Now Water's brought, and Dinner done,
With Church and King the Lady's gone;
Not reckoning half an Hour we pass
In talking o'er a moderate Glass.
Dan growing drowsy, like a Thief,
Steals off to dose away his Beef.
And this must pass for reading Hammond:
While George and Dean go to Back-gammon;
George, Nim and Dean set out at Four,
And then again, Boys, to the Oar.
But when the Sun goes to the Deep,
Not to disturb him in his Sleep,
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:
Now stinted in the shortning Day,
We go to Prayers, and then to Play,
Till Supper comes, and after that
We sit an Hour to Drink and Chat.
'Tis late, the old and younger Pairs,
By Adam lighted, walk up Stairs:
The weary Dean goes to his Chamber,
And Nim and Dan to Garret clamber.
So when this Circle we have run,
The Curtain falls, and we have done.
How George, Nim, Dan, Dean, pass their Days,
And should our Galls-town Wit grow fallow,
Yet, Neget quis Carmina Gallo?
Here (by the Way) by Gallus mean I,
Not Sheridon, but Friend Delany.
Begin my Muse. First from our Bowers,
We issue forth, at different Hours.
At Seven the Dean, in Night-Gown dress'd,
Goes round the House to wake the rest:
At Nine, grave Nim and George facetious,
Go to the Dean to read Lucretius:
At Ten, my Lady comes and Hectors,
And kisses George, and ends our Lectures;
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Hawl's him, and scolds us down to Breakfast;
We squander there an Hour and more,
And then all Hands, Boys, to the Oar,
All, Heteroclite Dan except,
Who neither Time nor Order kept:
But by peculiar Whimsies drawn,
Peeps in the Ponds to look for Spawn,
O'er-sees the Work, or Dragon rows,
Or spoils a Text, or mends his Hose:
Or—but proceed we in our Journal:
At Two, or after, we return all.
From the Four Elements assembling,
Warn'd by the Bell, all Folks come trembling.
From airy Garrets some descend,
Some from the Lake's remotest End;
My Lord and Dean the Fire forsake,
Dan leaves the earthly Spade and Rake;
The Loyt'rers quake, no Corner hides 'em,
And Lady Betty soundly chides 'em.
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With Church and King the Lady's gone;
Not reckoning half an Hour we pass
In talking o'er a moderate Glass.
Dan growing drowsy, like a Thief,
Steals off to dose away his Beef.
And this must pass for reading Hammond:
While George and Dean go to Back-gammon;
George, Nim and Dean set out at Four,
And then again, Boys, to the Oar.
But when the Sun goes to the Deep,
Not to disturb him in his Sleep,
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:
Now stinted in the shortning Day,
We go to Prayers, and then to Play,
Till Supper comes, and after that
We sit an Hour to Drink and Chat.
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By Adam lighted, walk up Stairs:
The weary Dean goes to his Chamber,
And Nim and Dan to Garret clamber.
So when this Circle we have run,
The Curtain falls, and we have done.
I might have mention'd several Facts,
Like Episodes, between the Acts,
And tell who loses, and who wins,
Who gets a Cold, who break their Shins;
How Dan caught nothing in his Net,
And how his Boat was over-set.
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 steady in the Storm he sat,
And sav'd his Oar, but lost his Hat;
How Nim, no Hunter e'er cou'd match him,
Still brings in Hares, when he can catch 'em:
How skilfully Dan mends his Nets;
How Fortune fails him when he sets:
Or how the Dean delights to vex
The Ladies, and Lampoon their Sex.
I might have told how oft Dean Percival
Displays his Pedantry unmerciful:
How haughtily he cocks his Nose,
To tell what every School-Boy knows;
And with his Finger and his Thumb,
Explaining, strikes Opposers dumb:
But now there need no more be said on't,
Nor how his Wife, that Female Pedant,
Shews all her Secrets of House-keeping;
For Candles, how she trucks her Dripping;
Was forc'd to send three Miles for Yeast,
To brew her Ale, and raise her Paste;
Tells every thing that she can think of:
How she cur'd Charly of the Chin-cough;
What gave her Brats and Pigs the Meazles,
And how her Doves were kill'd by Weazles:
How Jowler howl'd, and what a Fright
She had in Dreams, the other Night:
But now, since I have gone so far on,
A Word or two of Lord Chief Baron,
And tell how little Weight he sets
On all Whig-Papers and Gazette's,
But for the Politicks of PUE,
Thinks ev'ry Syllable is true.
And since he owns the King of Sweden
Is dead, at last without Invading;
Now all his Hopes are in the Czar:
Why! Muscovy is not so far;
Down the Black Sea and up the Streights,
And in a Month, he's at your Gates:
Perhaps, from what this Packet brings,
By Christmas we shall see strange Things.
Why shou'd I tell of Ponds and Drains,
What Carps we meet with, for our Pains;
Of Sparrows tam'd; of Nuts innumerable,
To choak the Girls, consume the Rabble:
But you, who are a Scholar, know,
How transient all Things are below,
How prone to change is human Life.
Last Night arriv'd Clem and his Wife.
This grand Event half broke our Measures,
Their Reign began with cruel Seizures:
The Dean must with his Quilt supply
The Bed, in which these Tyrants lie.
Nim lost his Wig-box, Dan his Jordan,
My Lady says she cant afford one;
George is half scar'd out of his Wits,
For Clem gets all the dainty Bits;
Henceforth expect a different Survey,
This House will soon turn topsy-turvey.
They talk of further Alterations,
Which causes many Speculations.
Like Episodes, between the Acts,
And tell who loses, and who wins,
Who gets a Cold, who break their Shins;
How Dan caught nothing in his Net,
And how his Boat was over-set.
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 steady in the Storm he sat,
And sav'd his Oar, but lost his Hat;
How Nim, no Hunter e'er cou'd match him,
Still brings in Hares, when he can catch 'em:
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How Fortune fails him when he sets:
Or how the Dean delights to vex
The Ladies, and Lampoon their Sex.
I might have told how oft Dean Percival
Displays his Pedantry unmerciful:
How haughtily he cocks his Nose,
To tell what every School-Boy knows;
And with his Finger and his Thumb,
Explaining, strikes Opposers dumb:
But now there need no more be said on't,
Nor how his Wife, that Female Pedant,
Shews all her Secrets of House-keeping;
For Candles, how she trucks her Dripping;
Was forc'd to send three Miles for Yeast,
To brew her Ale, and raise her Paste;
Tells every thing that she can think of:
How she cur'd Charly of the Chin-cough;
What gave her Brats and Pigs the Meazles,
And how her Doves were kill'd by Weazles:
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She had in Dreams, the other Night:
But now, since I have gone so far on,
A Word or two of Lord Chief Baron,
And tell how little Weight he sets
On all Whig-Papers and Gazette's,
But for the Politicks of PUE,
Thinks ev'ry Syllable is true.
And since he owns the King of Sweden
Is dead, at last without Invading;
Now all his Hopes are in the Czar:
Why! Muscovy is not so far;
Down the Black Sea and up the Streights,
And in a Month, he's at your Gates:
Perhaps, from what this Packet brings,
By Christmas we shall see strange Things.
Why shou'd I tell of Ponds and Drains,
What Carps we meet with, for our Pains;
Of Sparrows tam'd; of Nuts innumerable,
To choak the Girls, consume the Rabble:
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How transient all Things are below,
How prone to change is human Life.
Last Night arriv'd Clem and his Wife.
This grand Event half broke our Measures,
Their Reign began with cruel Seizures:
The Dean must with his Quilt supply
The Bed, in which these Tyrants lie.
Nim lost his Wig-box, Dan his Jordan,
My Lady says she cant afford one;
George is half scar'd out of his Wits,
For Clem gets all the dainty Bits;
Henceforth expect a different Survey,
This House will soon turn topsy-turvey.
They talk of further Alterations,
Which causes many Speculations.
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