Thus tranflated: "The very reverend Dean Smedley, From many (and we may believe him) 1728, whence it appears that he had then published the Specimen of "An Univerfal View of all the eminent Writers on the Holy "Scriptures; being a Collection of the differtations, explications, and opinions of learned men in all ages, concerning the difficult paffages and obfcure texts of the Bible; and of whatsoever is to "be met with in profane authors, which may contribute towards the better underfanding of them." This letter the author of The Intelligencer has happily burlefqued in verfe: and, in N° xx, has given the following hiftory of the Dean: "His firft rife in the 65 church was a fmall living in the diocefe of Corke, given him by "the government, to the furprize of the whole world. This "living he fwapped foon after for a chaplain's poft in a regiment, "which he fold for five hundred pounds. He turned his hand "with this money, and in a very little time got a deanry; this "he fwapped likewife for another living. After this again he "got another deanry, by fome unaccountable methods; but, being much in debt, he was forced to fly his country, and difpofed " of it, in what manner nobody can tell, but himself and ano"ther. He has left one living behind him, which he could not * avoid doing, because it was fequeftered for his debts. When he "went for England, in order to turn the penny, he received subfcriptions from numbers of gentlemen, to carry on a work, "which would have taken ten years to accomplish, if the most ingenious and learned perfon had undertaken it, and which he himfelf could not have done in ten thousand years. After all this, he run off to Fort St. George, and left the following cha“ racter of himself." This from the Political State for the Month of February 1729, p. 209. Το To all mankind a conftant friend, One thing he did before he went hence, By cutting of his phrafe, and trimming, He waded, without any fhame, Through thick and thin, to get a name, When Fortune favour'd, he was nice; Left that the Reader fhould not know The bank where laft he fet his toe; In feventeen hundred eight and twenty, PRO PROLOGUE To the Farce of " PUNCH turn'd School master," spoken by M. GRIFFITH. Written by DR. SHERIDAN. GALLANTS, our business is to let you know This night we represent a Puppet-shew; We found this House was almost empty grown The "Rival Queens," we 'll play, if you command, I now proceed to beg, our Punch may meet - A famous puppet-shew man. PROLOGUE TH Enter Scholar, riding on an Ass. HE fcenes are new, and every thing compact, But why this racket? why this hurly-burly? - Our Play 's th' Adelphi➡I 'm to be a brother, If you came hither to imbibe inftruction, For ftill the under has the upper hand. But hold-how's this!-who's that that yonder fcules, With beaver, powder'd wig, and cambrick ruffles? I value not his pageantry a loufe! Sir Fopling, know, this is no Coffee-house; Since you're fo prudent as to come to School, And bears no noife but what he makes himself. He that tells tales is worfe than he that witches, PRO PROLOGUE TO HIPPOLYTUS, Intended to be spoken by To м PUTLAND, a Boy of Six Years old. Written by DR. SHERIDAN, in 1720. UNDER the notion of a Play, you fee, I'd be the first should kick him out of school: My mother told me in thefe words last night, "Dear Tommy, child, books will deftroy you quite: "That you should read at all, I'm very loth; "My life, my dear, I fear they'll fpoil your growth." And the fays right; they coft me fo much pains, I with ten thousand times I had no brains, Or had no breech to whip why then I'd play, But not in Greek I'd find a better way. Now, Gentlemen, 'tis worth your while to look: See how much life is in this bouncing Ball; A lifeless drone, it is a perfect flug; I fwear, the very fight on 't makes me fick ; See the ftory of this, and of the piece which follows it, vel. XVIII. p. 102. Next |