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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, confelt 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 an-ill.judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplaster'd, with rouge, his own natural red. On the itage 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 vary'd full ten times a day: Tho' secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly fick, If they were not his own by fineffing and trick: He cait off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he new when he pleas'd he could whistle them

back. Of praise a mere glatton, 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 furelt 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 || Woodfalls lo grave, What a commerce was yours, while you got what you

gave?

Vide page 200:

+ Vide page 203 # Mr. Hugh Kelly, author of Falle Delicacy, Word to the wise, Clementina, School for wires, &c.

|| Mr. William Woodfall, printer of the Mo-ning Chronicle,

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

love,
And Beaumonts and Bens be his * Kellys above.

Here * Hickey reclines, a moft blunt pleasant crea

turt, And Gardei itself must allow him good nature : He cherish'd his friend and he relinh'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 mat? • His very worst foe can't accuse him of that : Perhaps he confided in men as they go, And so was too foolithly honeft ? ah no! Then what was his failing? come tell it, and burn ye,He was, could he help it ? a special attorney.

Here I Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser, or better behind ; His pencil was striking, refiftlefs 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 :

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To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering,
When they judg’d without skill he was still hard of

hearing : When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregios and

ftuff,
shifted his * trumpet, and only took snuff.

* Sir Joshua Reynolds is so remarkably deaf as to be under the neceffity of using an ear trumpet in company.

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R E T A L I A TI O N.

OCTOR! according to your wishes,

Youy'e character'd us all in , Sery'd

up

a sentimental treat Of various emblamatic meat : And now it's time, I trust, you think, Your company

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 plac'd To cach according to his taste.

To Douglas, fraught with learn'd stock Of critic Lore, give ancient Hock;

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Let it be genuine, bright and fine,
Pure unadulterated wine;
For if there's fault in taite, or odour,
He'll search it as he fearch'd out Lauder

To Johnson, philofophic sage,
The moral Mentor of the

age,
Religion's friend, with soul sincere,
With melting heart, but look austere,
Give liquor of an honest fort,
And crown his cup with priestly Port!

Now fill the glass with

gay Champagne, And frisk it in a livelier strain: Quick! Quick! the sparkling nectar quaff, Drink it, dear Garrick..drink and laugh!

Pour forth to Reynolds, without fint,
Rich Burgundy, of ruby 19;
If e'er his colours chance to fade,
This brilliant hue shall come in aid,
With ruddy lights refresh the faces,
And warm the bofoms of the Graces.

To Burke a pure libation bring,
Fresh drawn from clear Caftalian (pring,
With civic oak the goblet bind,
Fit emblem of his patriot mind ;
Let Clio as his taster sip,
And Hermes hand it to his lip.

Fill up my friend, the Dean of Derry, A bumper of conventual Sherry.

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