Poem by Jonathan Swift

On an Upright Judge

In church your grandsire cut his throat;
To do the job too long he tarried:
He should have had my hearty vote
To cut his throat before he married.

1. A Rebus. By Vanessa
2. At Holyhead
3. Dean Swift at Sir Arthur Acheson’s, in the North of Ireland
4. Twelve Articles Addressed to Lady Acheson. Conclusion
5. Twelve Articles Addressed to Lady Acheson. 12

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