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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 ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of
dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit ; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge, disobedient; And too fond of the right, to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Here lies honest William, whose heart was a mint, While the owner ne'er knew halfthe good that was in't; The pupil of impulse, it forc'd him along, His conduct still right, with his argument wrong ; Still aiming at honor, yet fearing to roam, The coachman was tipsey, the chariot drove home; Would you ask for his merits ? alas ! he had none; What was good was spontaneous, his faults were his
Here lies honest Richard, whose fate I'must sigh at;
Now breaking a jest, and now breaking a limb!
Vide page 53.
Mr. Richard Burke; vide page 53. This gentleman hav. ing slightly fractured one of his arms and legs, at different times, the doctor has rallied him on these accidents, as a kind of retributive justice for breaking his jests upon other people.
Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball !
Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts,
Here Douglas retires from his toils to relax, The scourge of impostors, the terror of quacks : Come all ye quack bards, and ye quacking divines, Come, and dance on the spot where your tyrant reclines: When satire and censure encircled his throne, I fear'd for your safety, I fear'd for my own ; But now he is gone, and we want a detector, Our Dodds* shall be pious, our Kenrickst shall lecture;
* The Rev. Dr. Dodd.
+ 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,
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, Forhe 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, † and Woodfalls # so grave, What a commerce was your's, while you got and you
* James Macpherson, Esq. who lately, from the force of 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.
# Mr. William Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle * The following poems by Mr. Garrick, may in some measure account for the severity exercised by Dr. Goldsmith, in respect to that gentleman.
How did Grub-street re-echo the shouts that you rais’d,
JUPITER AND MERCURY, A FABLE. HERE Hermes, says Jove, who with Nectar was mellow, Go fetch me some clay-I will make an odd fellow ; Right and wrong shall be jumbled,-much gold and some
Without cause be he pleas'd, without cause be he cross ;
On Dr. Goldsmith's Characteristical Cookery,
A JEU D'ESPRIT.
Here Hickey reclines, a most blunt pleasant creature,
Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind,
hearing: When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregios, and He shifted his * trumpet, and only took snuff. (stuff,
* Sir Joshua Reynolds was so remarkably deaf, as to be un. der the necessity of using an ear-trumpet in company.