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TO DR. SHERIDA N.
Dec. 14, 1719*, 9 at night.
wine is to be bottled to-morrow, or no. If it be, or be not, why did not you, in plain English,
tell us so ? For my part, it was by mere chance I came to fit with:
the ladies † this night : And if they had not told me there was a letter from
you; and your man Alexander had not gone, and come back from the deanry; and the hoy hvie had not been sent to let Alexander know I was here; I
fhould have missed the letter out-riglit. Truly I don't know who's bound to be sending for
corks to stop your bottles, with a vengeance. Make a page of your own age, and send your man
Alexander to buy corks; for Saunders already has.
gone above ten jaunts. Mrs. Dingley and Mrs. Johnfon say, truly they don't
care for your wife's company, though they like your wine ; but they had rather have it at their own house
to drink in quiet. However, they own it is very civil in Mr. Sheridan to
make the offer; and they cannot deny it..
* This is probably dated too early. #Mrs. Dingley and Mrs. Johnson.
I wish Alexander safe at St Catharine's to-night, with
all mr heart and soul, upon my word and lronour : But I think it base in you to send a poor fellow out so
late at this time of year, when one would not turn out a dog that one valued; I appeal to your friend
Mr. Cor nor I would present my humble service to my lady Mount
cashel; but truly I thought she would have made advances to have been acquainted with me, as the
pretended. But now I can write no more, for you fee plainly my
paper is ended,
1 P. S. I wish, when you prated, your letter you'd dated : Much plague it created. I scolded and rated ; My soul is much grated ; for your man 1 long waited. I think you are fated, like a bear to be baited : Your man is belated ; the case I have stated; And me you have cheated. My stable's unslated. Come back t'us well freighted. I remember my late head; and with
you translated, For eazing me.
2 P. S. Mrs Dingley desires me singly Her service to present you; hopes that will content you; But Johnson madam is grown a sad dame, For want of converse, and cannot send one verse.
3 P. S.
You keep such a twattling with you and your bottling; But I see the sum total, we shall ne'er have a bottle;
The long and the short, we ihall not have a quart.
TO QUI L CA,
In no very good Repair, 1725.
ET me thy properties explain :
A rotten cabbin dropping rain ;
Shcelah * toil,
The BLESSINGS of a COUNTRY-LIFE. 1725.
The PLAGUES of a COUNTRY. Life. A companion with news; a great want of hoes ; Eat lean meat, or chuse; a church without pews. Our horses astray; no straw, oats, or hay; [play, December in May; our boys run away,; all servants at
DR. SHERIDAN TO DR. SWIFT. I'D have you to known as fure as you're Dean,
0. Thursday my calk of Obrien I'll drain :
T. S-N. Get Hellham, Walmfley, Delany, And some Grattans, if there be any*: Take care you do not bid too many. * i. c. in Dublin, for they were country-clergy.
HE verses you fent on the bottling your wine
Were, in every one's judgement, exceedingly fine; And I must confess, as a dean and divine, I think you inspir'd by the Muses all nine. I nicely examin'd them every line, And the worst of them all like a barn-door did shine. Oh, that Jove would give me fuch a talent as thine ! With Delany or Dan I would scorn to combine. I know they have many a wicked design ; And, give Satan his due, Dan begins to refine. However, I wish, honest comrade of mine, You would really on Thursday leave St. Catharine *, Where I hear you are cramm'd every day like a fwine ; With me you 'll no more have a stomach to dine, Nor after your vittles lie sleeping supine : So I wish you were toothless, like lord Masserine, But, were you as wicked as lewd Aretine, I wish you would tell me which way you
incline. If, when you return, your road you don't line, On Thursday I 'll pay my respects at your shrine, Wherever you bend, wherever you twine, In square, or in opposite circle, or trine. Your beef will on Thursday be falter than brine : I hope you have swilld, with new milk from the kine, As much as the Liffee 's outdone by the Rhine;
* The seat of lady Mountcashel, near Dublin. VOL. I.