He in his turn finds imitators, At court, the porters, lacqueys, waiters, Their masters' manner still contract, And footmen, lords and dukes can act. Thus, at the court, both great and small Behave alike, for all ape all. [Footnote 1: Sir Robert Walpole, and his employment of party-writers.--_W. E. B._] THE ELEPHANT; OR, THE PARLIAMENT MAN WRITTEN MANY YEARS SINCE; AND TAKEN FROM COKE'S FOURTH INSTITUTE THE HIGH COURT OF PARLIAMENT, CAP. I Sir E. Coke says: "Every member of the house being a counsellor should have three properties of the elephant; first that he hath no gall; secondly, that he is inflexible and cannot bow; thirdly, that he is of a most ripe and perfect memory ... first, to be without gall, that is, without malice, rancor, heat, and envy: ... secondly, that he be constant, inflexible, and not be bowed, or turned from the right either for fear, reward, or favour, nor in judgement respect any person: ... thirdly, of a ripe memory, that they remembering perils past, might prevent dangers to come."--_W. E. B._ Ere bribes convince you whom to choose, The precepts of Lord Coke peruse. Observe an elephant, says he, And let him like your member be: First take a man that's free from _Gaul_, For elephants have none at all; In flocks or parties he must keep; For elephants live just like sheep. Stubborn in honour he must be; For elephants ne'er bend the knee. Last, let his memory be sound, In which your elephant's profound; That old examples from the wise May prompt him in his noes and ayes. Thus the Lord Coke hath gravely writ, In all the form of lawyer's wit: And then, with Latin and all that, Shows the comparison is pat. Yet in some points my lord is wrong, One's teeth are sold, and t'other's tongue: Now, men of parliament, God knows, Are more like elephants of shows; Whose docile memory and sense Are turn'd to trick, to gather pence; To get their master half-a-crown, They spread the flag, or lay it down: Those who bore bulwarks on their backs, And guarded nations from attacks, Now practise every pliant gesture, Opening their trunk for every tester. Siam, for elephants so famed, Is not with England to be named: Their elephants by men are sold; Ours sell themselves, and take the gold. PAULUS: AN EPIGRAM BY MR. LINDSAY[1] _Dublin, Sept._ 7, 1728. "A SLAVE to crowds, scorch'd with the summer's heats, In courts the wretched lawyer toils and sweats; While smiling Nature, in her best attire, Regales each sense, and vernal joys inspire. Can he, who knows that real good should please, Barter for gold his liberty and ease?"-- This Paulus preach'd:--When, entering at the door, Upon his board the client pours the ore: He grasps the shining gift, pores o'er the cause, Forgets the sun, and dozes on the laws. [Footnote 1: A polite and elegant scholar; at that time an eminent pleader at the bar in Dublin, and afterwards advanced to be one of the Justices of the Common Pleas.--_H._] THE ANSWER. BY DR. SWIFT