cost you a tooth, and pay you with nothing but
a worm.

EPITAPH ON JUDGE BOAT.

Here lies Judge _Boat_ within a coffin,
Pray, gentlefolks, forbear your scoffin';
A _Boat_ a judge! yes, where's the blunder
A _wooden_ Judge is no such wonder!
And in his robes you must agree,
No _Boat_ was better _dekt_ than he.
'Tis needless to describe him fuller,
In short he was an able _sculler_.

ON STEPHEN DUCK, THE THRESHER AND FAVORITE POET.

The thresher Duck could o'er the Queen prevail,
The proverb says, "_no fence against a flail_."
From _threshing_ corn he turns to _thresh his brains_,
For which her Majesty allows him gains.
Though 'tis confest, that those who ever saw
His poems, think them all not worth a straw!
Thrice happy Duck, employed in threshing _stubble_,
Thy toil is lessen'd and thy profits double.

DIALOGUE BETWEEN SWIFT AND HIS LANDLORD.

The three towns of Navan, Kells, and Trim, which lay in Swift's route on
his first journey to Laracor, seem to have deeply arrested his
attention, for he has been frequently heard to speak of the beautiful
situation of the first, the antiquity of the second, and the time-shaken
towers of the third. There were three inns in Navan, each of which
claims to this day the honor of having entertained Dr. Swift. It is
probable that he dined at one of them, for it is certain that he slept
at Kells, in the house of Jonathan Belcher, a Leicestershire man, who
had built the inn in that town on the English model, which still exists,
and, in point of capaciousness and convenience, would not disgrace the
first road in England. The host, whether struck by the commanding
sternness of Swift's appearance, or from natural civility, showed him
into the best room, and waited himself at table. The attention of
Belcher seems to have won so far upon Swift as to have produced some
conversation. "You're an Englishman, Sir?" said Swift. "Yes, Sir." "What
is your name?" "Jonathan Belcher, Sir." "An Englishman and Jonathan too,
in the town of Kells--who would have thought it! What brought you to
this country?" "I came with Sir Thomas Taylor, Sir; and I believe I
could reckon fifty Jonathans in my family, Sir." "Then you are a man of
family?" "Yes, Sir; I have four sons and three daughters by one mother,
a good woman of true Irish mould." "Have you been long out of your
native country?" "Thirty years, Sir." "Do you ever expect to v