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FIRST PRINTED IN 1774.
After the author's death.
Br. Goldsmith and some of his friends occasionally dined at the St. James's Coffee-house.—One day it was proposed to write epitaphs on him. His country, dialect, and person furnished subjects of witticism. He was called on for ReTaliation, and at their next meeting produced the folc. lowing1 poem.
Of old, when Scarron his companions invited,
Our Deanf shall be venison, just fresh from the plains;
* The master ofthe St. James's coffee-house, where the doctor, and the friends he has characterised in this poem, occasionally dined.
f Dr. Bernard, dean of Derry in Ireland.
* The Right Hon. Edmund Burke.
§ Mr. William Burke, late secretary to General Conway, and member for Bedwin. || Mr. Richard Burke, collector of Granaia.
Our Cumberland's* sweet-bread its place shall obtain,
Here lies the good Dean, ** reunited to earth, Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth:
If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt,
* Mr. Richard Cumberland, author of the West Indian,, Fashionable Lover, the Brothers, and various other productions, ftij
f Doctor Douglas, canon of Windsor, (now Bishop of Salis-. bury) an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who has no less distinguished himself as a citizen of the world, than a sound critic, in detecting several literary mistakes (or rather forgeries) of his countrymen; particularly Lauder on Milton, and Bower's History of the Popes.
i David Garrick, Esq.
J Counseller John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar.
|| Sir Joshua Reynolds.
An eminent attorney. ** Vide page 53.
(a) Since this note was written ofi " Calvary, or the death of Christ."
Here lies our good Edmund,* whose genius was such, 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 straining his throat,
To persuade Tommy Townsendt to lend him a vote;
Though equal to all things, for all things unfit,
Here lies honest William, \ whose heart was a mint,
Here lies honest Richard, whose fate Imust sigh at; Alas ! that such frolic should now be so quiet! What spirits were his ! what wit and what whim! % Now breaking a jest, and now breaking a limb!
* Vide page S3.
t Mr. T. Townshend, member for "Whitchurch.
* Vide page 53.
§ Mr. Richard Burke; vide page 53. This gentleman having slightly fractured one of his arms and legs, at different times, the doctor has.rallied him on these accidents, as akind of retributive justice for breaking his jests upon other people. Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball I
Now teasing and vexing, yet laughing at all!
In short, so provoking a devil was Dick,
That we wish'd him full ten times a day at Old Niek;
But missing his mirth and agreeable vein,
As often we wish'd to have Dick back again.
Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts,
Here Douglas retires from his toils to relax,
• The Rev. Dr. Dodd.
f Dr. Kenrick, who read lectures at the Devil Tavern, under the title of « The School of Shakspeare."
,Macpherson* write bombast, and call it a style,
Our Townshend 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, An abridgement of all that was pleasant in man; As an actor, confest 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 man had his failings, a dupe to his art. Like an ill-judging beauty, his colors he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; 'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting. With no reason on earth to go out of his way, He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day: Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick, If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce, he mistook it for fame } 'Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest, was surest to please. But let us be candid, and speak out our mind, If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind. Ye Kenricks, ye Kelly's, t and Woodfalls t so grave, What a commerce was your's, while you got and you gave?
* James Macpherson, Esq. who lately, from the force ot" his style, wrote down the first poet of all antiquity.
| Mr. Hugh Kelly, author of False Delicacy, Word to the Wise, Clementina, School for Wives, &c. &c.
i Mr. William Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle