THE EPITAPH

Here lies Judge Boat within a coffin: Pray, gentlefolks, forbear your scoffing. 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 deckt than he. 'Tis needless to describe him fuller; In short, he was an able sculler.[7] [Footnote 1: A street in Dublin, leading to the harbour.] [Footnote 2: A village near the sea.] [Footnote 3: It was said he died of a dropsy.] [Footnote 4: A cant word for a Jacobite.] [Footnote 5: In condemning malefactors, as a judge.] [Footnote 6: Where the Dublin gallows stands.] [Footnote 7: Query, whether the author meant scholar, and wilfully mistook?—Dublin Edition.]