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Roger, won't you buy the poultry?" exclaimed Swift. "No, sir," said Roger, "I see they are just a'going to Hatch."

      KELLY THE BLACKSMITH

      Although Roger took the lead, he did not monopolize all the wit, of the parish. It happened that Swift, having been dining at some little distance from Laracor, was returning home on horseback in the evening, which was pretty dark. Just before he reached Kellistown, a neighboring village, his horse lost a shoe. Unwilling to run the risk of laming the animal by continuing his ride in that condition, he stopped at one Kelly's, the blacksmith of the village, where, having called the man, he asked him if he could shoe a horse with a candle. "No," replied the smutty son of Vulcan, "but I can with a hammer." Swift, struck with the reply, determined to have a little more conversation with him. Accordingly, he alighted and went into the cabin, which was literally rotten, but supported, wherever it had given way at different times, with pieces of timber. Swift, as was usual with him, began to rate poor Kelly soundly for his indolence in not getting his house put into better repair, in which the wife joined. "Hold, Doctor, for one moment!" exclaimed Kelly, "and tell me, whether you ever saw a rotten house better supported in all your life."

      BIRTH-DAY PRESENTS

      It was for many years a regular custom with Swift's most intimate friends to make him some presents on his birth day. On that occasion, 30th November, 1732, Lord Orrery presented him with a paper book, finely bound, and Dr Delany with a silver standish, accompanied with the following verses;—

      TO DR. SWIFT, WITH A PAPER BOOK, BY JOHN,

      EARL OF ORRERY

      To thee, Dear Swift, those spotless leaves I send;

      Small is the present, but sincere the friend.

      Think not so poor a book below thy care;

      Who knows the price that thou canst make it bear?

      Tho' tawdry now, and like Tyralla's face,

      The spacious front shines out with borrow'd grace;

      Tho' pasteboards, glitt'ring like a tinsell'd coat,

      A rasa tabula within denote;

      Yet if a venal and corrupted age,

      And modern vices should provoke thy rage;

      If, warn'd once more by their impending fate,

      A sinking country and an injured state

      Thy great assistance should again demand,

      And call forth Reason to defend the land;

      Then shall we view these sheets with glad surprise

      Inspired with thought, and speaking to our eyes:

      Each vacant space shall then, enrich'd, dispense

      True force of eloquence and nervous sense;

      Inform the judgment, animate the heart,

      And sacred rules of policy impart.

      The spangled cov'ring, bright with splendid ore,

      Shall cheat the sight with empty show no more;

      But lead us inward to those golden mines,

      Where all thy soul in native lustre shines.

      So when the eye surveys some lovely fair,

      With bloom of beauty, graced with shape and air,

      How is the rapture heightened when we find

      The form excelled by her celestial mind!

      VERSES LEFT WITH A SILVER STANDISH ON THE

      DEAN'S DESK, BY DR. DELANY

      Hither from Mexico I came,

      To serve a proud Iernian dame;

      Was long submitted to her will,

      At length she lost me at Quadrille.

      Through various shapes I often passed,

      Still hoping to have rest at last;

      And still ambitious to obtain

      Admittance to the patriot Dean;

      And sometimes got within his door,

      But soon turn'd out to serve the poor;

      Not strolling idleness to aid,

      But honest industry decay'd.

      At length an artist purchased me,

      And wrought me to the shape you see.

              This done, to Hermes I applied:

      "O Hermes! gratify my pride!

      Be it my fate to serve a sage,

      The greatest genius of his age;

      That matchless pen let me supply,

      Whose living lines will never die!"

              "I grant your suit," the god replied,

      And here he left me to reside.

      VERSES BY SWIFT, ON THE OCCASION

      A paper Book is sent by Boyle,

      Too neatly gilt for me to soil:

      Delany sends a Silver Standish,

      When I no more a pen can brandish.

      Let both around my tomb be placed,

      As trophies of a muse deceas'd:

      And let the friendly lines they writ,

      In praise of long departed wit,

      Be graved on either side in columns,

      More to my praise than all my volumes;

      To burst with envy, spite, and rage,

      The Vandals of the present age.

      THE DEAN'S CONTRIBUTORY DINNER

      Dean Swift once invited to dinner several of the first noblemen and gentlemen in Dublin. A servant announced the dinner, and the Dean led the way to the dining-room. To each chair was a servant, a bottle of wine, a roll, and an inverted plate. On taking his seat, the Dean desired the guests to arrange themselves according to their own ideas of precedence, and fall to. The company were astonished to find the table without a dish or any provisions. The Lord Chancellor, who was present, said, "Mr. Dean, we do not see the joke." "Then I will show it you," answered the Dean, turning up his plate, under which was half-a-crown and a bill of fare from a neighboring tavern. "Here, sir," said he, to his servant, "bring me a plate of goose." The company caught the idea, and each man sent his plate and half-a-crown. Covers, with everything that the appetites of the moment dictated, soon appeared. The novelty, the peculiarity of the manner, and the unexpected circumstances, altogether excited the plaudits of the noble guests, who declared themselves particularly gratified by the Dean's entertainment. "Well," said the Dean, "gentlemen, if you have dined, I will order dessert." A large roll of paper, presenting the particulars of a splendid dinner, was produced, with an estimate of expense. The Dean requested the accountant-general to deduct the half-crowns from the amount, observing, "that as his noble guests were pleased to express their satisfaction with the dinner, he begged their advice and assistance in disposing of the fragments and crumbs," as he termed the balance mentioned by the accountant-general—which was two hundred and fifty pounds. The company said, that no person was capable of instructing the Dean in things of that nature. After the circulation of the finest wines, the most judicious remarks on charity and its abuse were introduced, and it was agreed that the proper objects of liberal relief were well-educated families, who from affluence, or the expectation of it, were reduced through misfortune to silent despair. The Dean then divided the sum by the number of his guests, and addressed them according to their respective private characters, with which no one was, perhaps, better acquainted. "You, my Lords," said the Dean to several young noblemen, "I wish to introduce to some new acquaintance, who will at least make their

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