"So well all Europe knows me and my works, He spoke, and turning carelessly display'd son, And thus with sneer sarcastical begun : "Go on, and prosper, great exotick knight, "Yet shew some reverence for thy mother's sight:" "Tho' of that glittering pendant justly vain, "In France tho' honour'd, and adored in Spain; "Tho' Germans, Goths, and Huns, thy skill admire, "And many a nurse, and many a rural Squire, "Yet I the greatest of all fools should be, "Tho' Queen of Dupes, to trust my eyes with thee. Next came, resolved the Goddess to trepan, Who aped all characters, and wore the worst; Fxpressive thrice he shook his empty head, "How blest am I, illustrious Queen, to think "You deign to tip your own dear son the wink? "Lo! here I stand, obsequious to your call, "Great patron, friend, and mother of us all : "So keen your piercer, and so sweet your smile, "You charm us at the distance of a mile. "To crown with high festivity the night, "If jest, and farce, and mimickry delight, "The stingless satire, and the ideot sneer, "I'll mount my rostrum, and turn Auctioneer. "My taste consists of foolery and fun; "Without your succour I had been undone : "To you 'tis owing that I please the great; "Thro' you I eat to live, and live to eat : "That I the chattering of maccaws exceed, And learn queer faces from the monkey breed, "Like Proteus boast dexterity of limb"To you I owe it all, and not to him : "Yours be the praise, that from my infant state "You taught your son to move, to grin, to prate." He ended, and prepared to take his stand, As Auctioneer, with hammer in his hand : "Vile wretch, thou'rt much too silly for my son, "Born on Baotian bogs, away, begone, "Go and reserve the squeezings of thy brains Abash'd he stood-shame fluster'd him all o'er, PAUL HIFFERMAN. County of Dublin, 1719-1777. Hifferman's parents designed him to be a Popish Priest; he was sent to France to finish his education, but after remaining there seventeen years, he took a batchelor's degree in physic and returned to Dublin to practise. He left that city in consequence of having unsuccessfully written against Dr. Lucas, and repaired to London to live. by his wits. Here he obtained a dirty livelihood by wri ting pamphlets, levying contributions upon his friends, and extorting money from the actors. An amusing account of this eccentrick and despicable scoun drel, who attracted considerable notice in his day, may be found in the European Magazine. His Miscellanies in Prose and Verse, 1754, entitle him to a place in this series. The Author on himself. THE author, I, to reason's dictates true, No matter what your faith or country be, Our life's so short, for sects why should we justle, While in this world to all I'd civil be, Four lustres and one annual orb have run, My travelling, studying, labours, great or small, 'Tis not, I swear, for sordid gain I chuse, Of what I trifle, learn the mighty ends, |