But, lest it might not be so proper
That her own maid should overtop her,
To mortify the creature more,
We'll take her heels five inches lower.
For Hannah, when we have no need of her,
'Twill be our interest to get rid of her:
And, when we execute our plot,
'Tis best to hang her on the spot;
As all your politicians wise
Despatch the rogues by whom they rise.
TRAULUS.
A DIALOGUE
BETWEEN
TOM AND ROBIN[1]. 1730.
THE FIRST PART.
Tom. SAY, Robin, what can Traulus[2] mean
By bellowing thus against the dean?
Why does he call him paltry scribbler,
Papist, and jacobite, and libeller:
Yet cannot prove a single fact?
Robin. Forgive him, Tom: his head is crackt.
T. What mischief can the dean have done him,
That Traulus calls for vengeance on him?
Why must he sputter, spawl, and slaver it
In vain against the people's favourite?
- ↑ Sons of Rev. Charles Lesley. See the next poem, p. 60.
- ↑ Lord Allen.
