But now he is gone, and we want a detector, Our * Dodds shall be pious, our † Kenricks shall lecture; Macpherson write bombaft, and call it a ftyle, Our § Townsend make speeches, and I shall compile; New || Lauders and Bowers the Tweed shall cross over, No countryman living their tricks to discover; Detection her taper shall quench to a spark, And Scotchman meet Scotchman and cheat in the dark. Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, T An abridgement of all that was pleasant in man; As an actor, confeft without rival to shine; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line: Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, *The Rev. Dr. Dodd. + Dr. Kenrick, who read lectures at the Devil tavern, under the title of "The School of Shakespeare." James Macpherson, efq; who lately, from the mere force of his ftyle, wrote down the firft poet of all antiquity. § Vide page 99. || Vide page 98. ¶ Vide page 98. Though Though fecure of our hearts, yet confoundedly fick, Of praife a mere glutton, he fwallow'd what came, How did Grub-ftreet re-echo the fhouts that you rais', To act as an angel, and mix with the skies : Old Shakespeare, receive him, with praife and with love, And Beaumonts and Bens be his † Kellys above. * Vide page 102. Mr. Hugh Kelly, author of Falfe Delicacy, Word to the Wife, Clementina, School for Wives, &c. &c. Mr. William Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle. * Here Hickey reclines, a moft blunt, pleasant creature, And flander itself muft allow him good-nature : Then what was his failing? come tell it, and burn ye, He was, could he help it? a fpecial attorney. Here † Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart: When they judg'd without fkill he was ftill hard of hearing: When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregios and ftuff, He shifted his trumpet, and only took snuff. * Vide page 98. † Ibid. Sir Joshua Reynolds is fo remarkably deaf as to be under the neceffity of using an ear-trumpet in company. POST POST SCRIPT. AFTER HERE Whitefoord reclines, and deny it who can, What pity, alas! that fo lib'ral a mind * Mr.Caleb Whitefoord, author of many humorous effays. † Mr. W. was fo notorious a punfter, that doctor Goldfmith used to say it was impoffible to keep him company, without being infected with the itch of punning. Whofe 數 Whofe talents to fill any station was fit, Yet happy if Woodfall* confefs'd him a wit. Ye news paper witlings! ye pert fcribbling folks! Who copied his fquibs, and re-echoed his jokes ; Ye tame imitators, ye fervile herd, come, Still follow your mafter, and vifit his tomb : To deck it, bring with you feftoons of the vine, And copious libations beftow on his shrine; Then ftrew all around it (you can do no less) Cross-readings, ship-nervs, and mistakes of the press. Merry Whitefoord, farewel! for thy fake I admit That a Scot may have humour, I had almoft said wit: This debt to thy mem'ry I cannot refuse, "Thou beft humour'd man with the worst humour'd "mufe." * Mr. H. S. Woodfall, printer of the Public Advertiser. Mr. Whitefoord has frequently indulged the town with humorous pieces under thofe titles in the Public Advertiser. |