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But now he is gone, and we want a dete&or,
Our • Dodds fall be pious, our + Kenricks Thall

lecture;
Macpherson write bombast, and call it a style,
Our $ Townshend make speeches, and I shall compile;
New || Lawders 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 cheatin che dark.

Here lies q David Garrick, describe me who can, 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 man had his failings, a dupe to his art. Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, A’nd beplafter'd with rouge, his own natural red. On the stage he was natural, fimple, 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:

* The Rev. Dr. Dodd. + Dr. Kenrick, who read lectures at the Devil tavern, under the title of “ The School of Shakespeare."

I James Macpherson, esq; who lately, from the mere force of his style, wrote down the first poet of all antiquity. s Vide page 99 | Vide page 98

I Vide page 98.

Though

Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly fick,
If there 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 miftook it for famé ;
'Till his relish grown callous; almost to disease,
Who pepper'd the highest, was fureft to please.
But let us be candid," and speak out our mind,
If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind.
Ye. Kenricks, ye + Kellys, and Wood fails fo grave,
What a commerce was yours, while you got

and

you gave? How did Grub-street re-echo the shouts that you rais’d, While he was be-Rofcius'd, and you were beprais'd ? But peace to his fpirit, wherever it Aies, To act as an angel and mix with the skies : Those poets, who owe their best fame to his skill, Shall fill be his flatterers, go where he will, Old Shakespeare, receive him, with praise and with

love, And Beaumonts and Bens be his + Kellys above

# Vide page 102.

+ Mr. Hugh Kelly, author of False Delicacy, Word to the Wife, Clementina, School for Wives, &c. &c.

1 Mr. William Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle.

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Here * Hickey reclines, a moft blunt, pleasant

creature, And Nander itself must allow him good nature; He cherish'd his friend, and he relith'd a bumper; Yet one fault he had, and that one was a thumper. , Perhaps you may ak 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 honelt ? ah no! Then what was his failing ? come tell it, and burn

ye,He was, could he help it? a special attorney.

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, his manners our heart: To coxcombs averse, yet most civily steering, When they judg'd without skill he was still hard of

hearing : When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregios and stuff, He shifted his I trumpet, and only took snuff.

Vide page 98.

+ Ibid 1 Sir Joshua Reynolds is so remarkably deaf as to be under the necessity of using an car-trumpet in company.

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AFTER

FTER the fourth edition of this poem was printed, the publifher received the following epitaph on Mr. Whitefoord, * from a friend of the late doctor Goldsmith.

HERE Whitefoord reclines, and deny it who can,
Though he merrily lived, he is now a t grave man:
Rare compound of oddity, frolic and fan!
Who relish'd a joke, and rejoie'd in a pun;
Whose temper was generous, open, fincere;
A stranger to flatt’ry, a stranger to fear;
Who scatter'd around wit and humour at will;
Whose daily bons mots half a column might fill:
A Scotchman, from pride and from prejudice free ;
A scholar, yet surely no pedant was he.

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What pity, alas! that so lib'ral a mind Should so long be to news-paper essays confin'd! Who perhaps to the summit of science could soar, Yet content " if the table he set in a roar;" * Mr. Caleh Whitefcord, author of many humorous essays + Mr. W. was so notorious a punfter, that doctor Gold. smith used to say it was impoffible to keep him company, without being infected with the itch of punning.

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Whose talents to fill any station was fit,
Yet happy if Woodfall* confess'd him

wit.

Yenews-paper witlings! ye pert scribbling folks! Who copied his fquibs, and re-echoed his jokes; Ye tame imitators, ye servile herd, come, Still follow your master, and visit his tomb: To deck it, bring with you feftoons of the vine, And copious libations beitow on his thrine; Then strew all around it (you can do no less) 1 Cross-readings, foip-news, and mistakes of the press.

Merry Whitefoord, farewel! for thy fake I admit That a Scot may have humour, I had almost said wit: This debe to thy mem'ry I cannot refuse, “ Thou beft humour'd man with the worst humour'd

“ muse."

Mr. H. S. Woodíall, printer of the Publick Advertiser. I Mr. Whitefoord has frequently indulged the town with humorous pieces under thofe titles in the Public Advertiser,

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