CHARLES CARTHY, a schoolmaster in the city of Dublin, was publisher of a translation of Horace, in which the Latin was printed on the one side, and the English on the other, whence he acquired the name of Mezentius, alluding to the practice of that tyrant, who chained the dead to the living. Carthy was almost continually involved in satirical skirmishes with Dunkin, for whom Swift had a particular friendship, and there is no doubt that the Dean himself engaged in the warfare.--_Scott_. ON CARTHY'S TRANSLATION OF HORACE Containing, on one side, the original Latin, on the other, his own version. This I may boast, which few e'er could, Half of my book at least is good. ON CARTHY MINOTAURUS How monstrous Carthy looks with Flaccus braced, For here we see the man and there the beast. ON THE SAME Once Horace fancied from a man, He was transformed to a swan;[1] But Carthy, as from him thou learnest, Has made the man a goose in earnest. [Footnote 1: "Jam jam residunt cruribus asperae Pelles, et album mutor in alitem Superne, nascunturque leves Per digitos humerosque plumae." Lib. ii, Carm. xx.] ON THE SAME Talis erat quondam Tithoni splendida conjux, Effulsit misero sic Dea juncta viro; Hunc tandem imminuit sensim longaeva senectus, Te vero extinxit, Carole, prima dies. IMITATED So blush'd Aurora with celestial charms, So bloom'd the goddess in a mortal's arms; He sunk at length to wasting age a prey, But thy book perish'd on its natal day. AD HORATIUM CUM CARTHIO CONSTRICTUM Lectores ridere jubes dum Carthius astat? Iste procul depellit olens tibi Maevius omnes: Sic triviis veneranda diu, Jovis inclyta proles Terruit, assumpto, mortales, Gorgonis ore. IMITATED Could Horace give so sad a monster birth? Why then in vain he would excite our mirth; His humour well our laughter might command, But who can bear the death's head in his hand? AN IRISH EPIGRAM ON THE SAME While with the fustian of thy book, The witty ancient you enrobe, You make the graceful Horace look As pitiful as Tom M'Lobe.[1] Ye Muses, guard your sacred mount, And Helicon, for if this log Should stumble once into the fount, He'll make it muddy as a bog. [Footnote 1: A notorious Irish poetaster, whose name had become proverbial.--_Scott._] ON CARTHY'S TRANSLATION OF LONGINUS High as Longinus to the stars ascends, So deeply Carthy to the centre tends. RATIO INTER LONGINUM ET CARTHIUM COMPUTATA Aethereas quantum Longinus surgit in auras, Carthius en tantum ad Tartara tendit iter. ON THE SAME What Midas touch'd became true gold, but then, Gold becomes lead touch'd lightly by thy pen. CARTHY KNOCKED OUT SOME TEETH FROM HIS NEWS-BOY For saying he could not live by the profits of Carthy's works, as they did not sell. I must confess that I was somewhat warm, I broke his teeth, but where's the mighty harm? My work he said could ne'er afford him meat, And teeth are useless where there's nought to eat!