Part 2 — EPIGRAM[1]

Behold! a proof of Irish sense; Here Irish wit is seen! When nothing's left that's worth defence, We build a magazine. [Footnote 1: Swift, in his latter days, driving out with his physician, Dr. Kingsbury, observed a new building, and asked what it was designed for. On being told that it was a magazine for arms and powder, "Oh! Oh!" said the Dean, "This is worth remarking; my tablets, as Hamlet says, my tablets"—and taking out his pocket-book, he wrote the above epigram.—W. E. B.]