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But now he is gone, and we want a detector, Our Dodds 14 shall be pious, our Kenricks 15 shall
lecture; Macpherson " write bombast, and call it a style; Our Townshend make speeches, and I shall compile;
[over, New Lauders and Bowers the Tweed shall cross 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 him who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man: As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine; As a wit, if not first, in the
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 colours 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 pleased he could whistle
14 The unfortunate Dr. Dodd.
15 Dr. Kenrick, who read lectures at the Devil Tavern, under the title of · The School of Sbakspeare.'
16 James Macpherson, who lately, from the mere force of bis style, wrote down the first poet of all antiquity.
Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came,
[you gave! What a commerce was yours, while you got and How did Grub-street reecho the shouts that you raised,
[praised! While he was be-Roscius'd, and you were beBut peace to his spirit, wherever it flies, To act as an angel and mix with the skies: Those poets, who owe their best fame to his skill, Shall still be his flatterers, go where he will: Old Shakspeare receive him with praise and with
love, And Beaumonts and Bens be his Kellys above. Here Hickey reclines, a most blunt pleasant
creature, And slander itself must allow him good nature; He cherish'd his friend, and he relish'd a bumper; Yet one fault he had, and that one was a thumper. Perhaps you may ask if the man was a miser? I answer, no, no, for he always was wiser: Too courteous, perhaps, or obligingly flat? His very worst foe can't accuse him of that: Perhaps he confided in men as they go, And so was too foolishly honest? Ah no! [ye,Then what was his failing ? come, tell it, and burn He was, could he help it? a special attorney.
17 Hagh Kelly, author of False Delicacy, Word to the Wise, Clementina, School for Wives, &c. &c.
18 Mr. W. Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle.
Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, bis manners our heart: To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering, When they judged without skill he was still hard
of hearing; When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregio's,
and stuff, He shifted his trumpet'', and only took snuff.
[After the fourth edition of this poem was printed, the publisher received the following epitaph on Mr. Whitefoord', from a friend of the late Dr. Goldsmith.]
HERE Whitefoord reclines, and deny it who can,
19 Sir Joshua Reynolds was so remarkably deaf as to be under the necessity of using an ear-trumpet in company.
| Mr. Caleb Whitefoord, author of many humorous Essays.
? Mr. W. was so notorious a punster, that Dr. Goldsmith used to say it was impossible to keep him company, without being infected with the itch of punning.
What pity, alas! that so liberal a mind
Yenewspaper witlings! ye pert scribbling folks!
press Merry Whitefoord, farewell! forthy sake I admit That a Scot may have humour, I had almost said This debt to thy memory I cannot refuse, (wit: • Thou best humour'd man with the worst humour'd
To this Postscript the Reader may not be displeased to find
added the following POETICAL EPISTLE TO DR. GOLDSMITH.
OR, Supplement to his Retaliation. FROM THE GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE FOR AUGUST, 1778. Doctor, according to our wishes, You've character'd us all in dishes; Served up a sentimental treat Of various emblematic meat:
3 Mr. H. S. Woodfall, printer of the Public Advertiser.
* Mr. Wbitefoord has frequently indulged the town with humorous pieces under those titles in the Public Advertiser.
should have some drink : Else, take my word for it, at least Your Irish friends wont like
your feast. Ring, then, and see that there is placed To each according to his taste.
To Douglas, fraught with learned stock
To Johnson, philosophic sage,
Now fill the glass with gay champagne,
Pour forth to Reynolds, without stint, Rich Burgundy, of ruby tint; If e'er his colours chance to fade, This brilliant hue shall come in aid, With ruddy lights refresh the faces, And warm the bosoms of the Graces !
To Burke a pure libation bring, Fresh drawn from clear Castalian spring; With civic oak the goblet bind, Fit emblem of his patriot mind; Let Clio at his table sip, And Hermes hand it to his lip.