OF If our difh: Our + dean fhall be venifon, juft fresh from the plains; Our Burke shall be tongue, with a garnish of brains; Our § Will fhall be wild fowl, of excellent flavour, And I Dick with his pepper fhall heighten their favour: * The master of the St. James's coffee-house, where the doctor, and the friends he has characterized in this poem, occafionally dined. + Doctor Barnard, dean of Derry in Ireland. Mr. Edmund Burke. § Mr. William Burke, late fecretary to general Conway, and member for Bedwin. Mr. Richard Burke, collector of Granada. VOL. I. H Our * Our Cumberland's fweet-bread its place fhall obtain, And Douglas is pudding, substantial and plain ; t Our Garrick's a fallad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, fugar, and faltness agree: To make out the dinner, full certain I am, That § Ridge is anchovy, and || Reynolds is lamb; Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the last? * Mr. Richard Cumberland, author of the West-Indian, Fashionable Lover, the Brothers, and other dramatic pieces. + Doctor Douglas, canon of Windfor, an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who has no lefs diftinguished himself as a citizen of the world, than a found critic, in detecting feveral literary mistakes (or rather forgeries) of his countrymen ; particularly Lauder on Milton, and Bower's Hiftory of the Popes. David Garrick, efq; Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar. Sir Joshua Reynolds. An eminent attorney. Here Here lies the good * dean, re-united to earth, Who mixt reafon with pleasure, and wifdom with mirth : If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt, Here lies our good † Edmund, whofe genius was fuch, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though fraught with all learning, yet ftraining his throat, To perfuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, ftill went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Vide page 97. † Ibid. Mr. T. Townshend, member for Whitchurch, H 2 Here Here lies honeft * William, whofe heart was a mint, While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't ; The pupil of impulfe, it forc'd him along, own. Here lies honest Richard, whose fate I must figh at; Alas, that fuch frolic fhould now be fo quiet! What spirits were his! what wit and what whim! Now breaking a jeft, and now breaking a limb! Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball! Now teazing and vexing, yet laughing at all! In fhort, fo provoking a devil was Dick, That we wish'd him full ten times a day at old nick; But, miffing his mirth and agreeable vein, As often we wish'd to have Dick back again. * Vide page 97. This gentleman + Mr. Richard Burke; vide page 97. having flightly fractured one of his arms and legs, at different times, the doctor has rallied him on thofe accidents, as a kind of retributive juftice for breaking his jefts upon other people. Here Here* Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, The Terence of England, the mender of hearts; A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. Like a tragedy queen he has dizen'd her out, His fools have their follies fo loft in a crowd Here Douglas retires from his toils to relax, The scourge of impoftors, the terror of quacks : Come, all ye quack bards, and ye quacking divines, Come, and dance on the spot where your tyrant re clines: When fatire and cenfure encircled his throne, † Ibid. * Vide page 98. But H 3 |