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Our Will* shall be wild fowl, of excellent flavor; Still aiming at honor, yet fearing to roam, And Dickt with his pepper shall heighten the sa- The coachman was tipsy, the chariot drove home; vor:
Would you ask for his merits ? alas! he had none; Our Cumberland'sť sweet-bread its place shall What was good was spontaneous, his faults were his
obtain ; And Douglas y is pudding, substantial and plain : Here lies honest Richard," whose fate I must Our Garrick 's || a salad ; for in him we see
sigh at; Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree :
Alas! that such frolic should now be so quiet : To make out the dinner, full certain I am What spirits were his! what wit and what whim, That Ridges is anchovy, and Reynolds** is lamb; Now breaking a jest, and now breaking a limb! That Hickey'stt a capon; and, by the same rule, Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball! Magnanimous Goldsmith, a gooseberry fool. Now teasing and vexing, yet laughing at all! At a dinner so various, at such a repast,
In short, so provoking a devil was Dick, Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the last? That we wish'd him full ten times a day at old Nick ; Here, waiter, more wine, let me sit while I'm able, But, missing his mirth and agreeable vein, Till all my companions siuk under the table ; As often we wish'd to have Dick back again. Then, with chaos and blunders encircling my head, Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, Let me ponder, and tell what I think of the dead. The Terence of England, the mender of hearts ;
Here lies the good dean, reunited to earth, A flattering painter, who made it his care Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. mirth;
His gallants are all faultless, his women divine, If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt, And Comedy wonders at being so fine : At least in six weeks I could not find them out; Like a tragedy queen he has dizen'd her out, Yet some have declar'd, and it can't be denied 'em, Or rather like Tragedy giving a rout. That sly-boots was cursedly cunning to hide 'em. His fools have their follies so lost in a crowd Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was of virtues and feelings, that folly grows proud; such,
And coxcombs, alike in their failings, alone, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much ; Adopting his portraits, are pleasd with their own Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, Say, where has our poet this malady caught? And to party gave up what was meant for mankind ; Or wherefore his characters thus without fault ? Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his Say, was it that vainly directing his view throat
To find out men's virtues, and finding them few, To persuade Tommy Townshend ft to lend him a Quite sick of pursuing each troublesome elf, vote ;
He grew lazy at last, and drew from himself? Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on re- Here Douglas retires from his toils to relax, fining,
The scourge of impostors, the terror of quacks : And thought of convincing, while they thought of Come, all ye quack bards, and ye quacking divines, dining;
Come, and dance on the spot where your tyrant re. Though equal to all things, for all things unfit;
clines : Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; When satire and censure encircled his throne; For a patriot too cool ; for a drudge disobedient; I fear'd for your safety, I fear'd for my own : And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. But now he is gone, and we want a detector, In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Our Doddst shall be pious, our Kenricks t shall sir,
lecture; To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor. Macpherson ý write bombast, and call it a style ; Here lies honest William, whose heart was a Our Townshend make speeches, and I shall compile; mint,
New Lauders and Bowers the Tweed shall cross While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was
No countryman living their tricks to discover; The pupil of impulse, it forc'd him along, Detection her taper shall quench to a spark, His conduct still right, with his argument wrong; And Scotchman meet Scotchman, and cheat in the
Here lies David Garrick, describe him who can, * Mr. William Burke, Secretary to General Conway, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man: and Member for Bedwin.
As an actor, confest without rival to shine; † Mr. Richard Burke, Collector of Grenada.
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line! 1 Mr. Richard Cumberland, author of the West-Indian, Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, Fashionable Lover, The Brothers, and other dramatic The man had his failings—a dupe to his art. pieces.
$ Dr. Douglas, Bishop of Salisbury, who no less distin. guished himself as a citizen of the world, than a sound * Mr. Richard Burke. This gentleman having slightly critic, in detecting several literary mistakes (or rather fractured one of his arms and legs, at different times, the forgeries) of his countrymen; particularly Lauder on Doctor has rallied him on those accidents, as a kind of Milton, and Bower's History of the Popes.
retributive justice for breaking his jests upon other | David Garrick, Esq.
people. | Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the † The Rev. Dr. Dodd. Irish bar.
| Dr. Kenrick, who read lectures at the Devil Tavern, ** Sir Joshua Reynolds.
under the title of The School of Shakspeare. # An eminent attorney.
8 James Macpherson, Esq. who, from the mere force of 11 Mr. T. Townshend, Member for Whitchurch. his style, wrote down the first poet of all antiquity.
Like an ill-judging beauty, his colors he spread, Then what was his failing ? come, tell it, and burn And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red.
ye, On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; He was, could he help it? a special attorney. 'Twas only that when he was off he was acting. Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, With no reason on earth to go out of his way, He has not left a wiser or better behind : He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day: His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand, Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; If they were not his own by finessing and trick: Still born to improve us in every part, He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart : For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering, back.
When they judg’d without skill he was still hard of of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came,
hearing ; And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggios, and Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease,
stuff, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please. He shifted his trumpet,f and only took snuff. But let us be candid, and speak out our mind, If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind. Ye Kenricks, ye Kellys,* and Woodfallst so grave,
STANZAS ON WOMAN. What a commerce was yours, while you got and
FROM THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD. you gave! How did Grub-street re-echo the shouts that you When lovely woman stoops to folly, rais'd,
And finds too late that men betray, While he was be-Roscius'd, and you were beprais'd! What charm can soothe her melancholy, But peace to his spirit, wherever it flies,
What art can wash her guilt away?
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from ev'ry eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom-is, to die. Here Hickey reclines, a most blunt pleasant
Still importunate and vain,
To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the past to pain;
Thou, like the world, th' opprest oppressing, And so was too foolishly honest? Ah, no!
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe! And he who wants each other blessing,
In thee must ever find a foe.
* Mr. Hugh Kelly, author of False Delicacy, A Word to the Wise, Clementina, School for Wives, &c. &c.
t Mr. W. Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle.
I Sir Joshua Reynolds was so remarkably deaf as to be under the necessity of using an ear-trumpet in company.
SAMUEL JOHNson, a writer of great eminence, thirteen nights, but bas never since appeared on was born in 1709 at Litchfield, in which city his the theatre : Johnson, in fact, found that he was not father was a petty bookseller. After a desultory formed to excel on the stage, and made no further course of school-education, it was proposed to him, trials. by Mr. Corbet, a neighboring gentleman, that he His periodical paper, entitled “The Rambler," should accompany his own son to Oxford as his appeared in March 1750, and was continued till companion ; accordingly, in his nineteenth year, he March 1752. The solemnity of this paper prewas elected a commoner of Pembroke College. vented it at first from attaining an extensive cirFrom young Corbet's departure, he was left to culation ; but after it was collected into volumes, it struggle with penury till he had completed a resi- continually rose in the public esteem, and the author dence of three years, when he quitted Oxford had the satisfaction of seeing a tenth edition. The without taking a degree. His father died, in very “ Adventurer,” conducted by Dr. Hawkesworth, narrow circumstances, soon after his return from the succeeded the Rambler, and Johnson contributed university; and for some time he attempted to gain several papers of his own writing. In 1755, the a maintenance by some literary projects. At length, first edition of his “ Dictionary" made its appear. in 1735, he thought proper to marry a widow twice ance. It was received by the public with general his own age, and far from attractive, either in her applause, and its author was ranked among the person or manners. By the aid of her fortune he greatest benefactors of his native tongue. Modern was enabled to set up a school for instruction in Latin accuracy, however, has given an insight into its and Greek, but the plan did not succeed ; and after defects; and though it still stands as the capitale. a year's experiment, he resolved to try his fortune work of the kind in the language, its authority as a in the great metropolis. Garrick, afterwards the standard is somewhat depreciated. Upon the last celebrated actor, had been one of his pupils, accom- illness of his aged mother, in 1759, for the purpose panied by whom he arrived in London; Johnson of paying her a visit, and defraying the expense of having in his pocket his unfinished tragedy of Irene. her funeral, he wrote his romance of “ Rasselas,
The first notice which he drew from the judges Prince of Abyssinia,” one of his most splendid perof literary merit, was by the publication of “ London, formances, elegant in language, rich in imagery, a Poem,” in imitation of Juvenal's third satire. and weighty in sentiment. Its views of human life The manly vigor, and strong painting, of this per. are, indeed, deeply tinged with the gloom that overformance, placed it high among works of its kind, shadowed the author's mind ; nor can it be praised though it must be allowed, that its censure is coarse for moral effect. and exaggerated, and that it ranks rather as a party, Soon after the accession of George III., than as a moral poem. It was published in 1738. grant of a pension of 3001. per annum was made For some years Johnson is chiefly to be traced in him by His Majesty during the ministry of Lord the pages of the Gentleman's Magazine, then con- Bute. A short struggle of repugnance to accept a ducted by Cave; and it was for this work that he favor from the House of Hanover was overcome gratified the public with some extraordinary pieces by a sense of the honor and substantial benefit conof eloquence which he composed under the disguise ferred by it, and he became that character, a penof debates in the senate of Liliput, meaning the sioner, on which he had bestowed a sarcastic defiBritish parliament. He likewise wrote various nition in his Dictionary. Much obloquy attended biographical articles for the same miscellany, of this circumstance of his life, which was enhanced which the principal and most admired was “The when he published, in several of his productions, Life of Savage."
arguments which seemed directly to oppose the The plan of his English Dictionary was laid be. rising spirit of liberty. fore the public in a letter addressed to Lord Ches- A long-promised edition of Shakspeare appeared terfield in 1747. In the same year he furnished in 1765; but though ushered in by a preface writGarrick with a prologue on the opening of Drury- ten with all the powers of his masterly pen, the lane theatre, which in sense and poetry has not a edition itself disappointed those who expected much competitor among compositions of this class, except- from his ability to elucidate the obscurities of the ing Pope's prologue io Cato. Another imitation great dramatist. A tour to the Western Islands of of Juvenal, entitled “The Vanity of Human Scotland in 1773, in which he was attended by his Wishes," was printed in 1749, and may be said to enthusiastic, admirer and obsequious friend, James reach the sublime of ethical poetry, and to stand at Boswell, Esq. was a remarkable incident of his life, the head of classical imitations. The same year. considering that a strong antipathy to the natives of under the auspices of Garrick, brought on the stage that country had long been conspicuous in his con. of Drury-lane his tragody of “ Irene.” It ran versation. But when, two years afterwards, he
published the account of his tour, under the title of symptoms, followed; and such was the tenacity with “ A Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland,” which he clung to life, that he expressed a great more candor and impartiality were found in it, desire to seek for amendment in the climate of than had been expected. In 1775, he was gratified, Italy. Sull unable to reconcile himself to the through the interest of Lord North, with the degree thought of dying, he said to the surgeon who was of Doctor of Laws, from the University of Oxford. making slight scarifications in his swollen legs, He had some years before received the same honor “ Deeper! deeper! I want length of life, and you from Dublin, but did not then choose to assume the are afraid of giving me pain, which I do not title. His last literary undertaking was the con- value.” The closing scene took place on Decem sequence of a request from the London booksellers, ber 13, 1785, in the 76th year of his age. His re who had engaged in an edition of the principal mains, attended by a respectable concourse of English poets, and wished 10 prefix to each a bio- friends, were interred in Westminster Abbey; and a graphical and critical preface from his hand. This monumental statue has since been placed to his he undertook; and though he will generally be memory in St. Paul's cathedral. His works were thought to have labored under strong prejudices published collectively in eleven volumes, 8vo., with in composing the work, its style will be found, in a copious life of the author, by Sir John Hawkins. great measure, free from the stiffness and turgidity A new edition, in twelve volumes, with a life, was which marked his earlier compositions.
given by Arthur Murphy. Of the conversations The concluding portion of Dr. Johnson's life and oral dictates of Johnson, a most copious col. was saddened by a progressive decline of health, lection has been published in the very entertaining and by the prospect of approaching death, which volumes of Mr. Boswell. Upon the whole, it may neither his religion nor his philosophy had taught him be said, that at the time of his death, he was un. to bear with even decent composure. A paralytic doubtedly the most conspicuous literary character stroke first gave the alarm; asthma, and dropsicall of his country.
Behold her cross triumphant on the main,
The guard of commerce, and the dread of Spain,
Ere masquerades debauch'd, excise oppress'd,
Or English honor grew a standing jest.
A transient calm the happy scenes bestow,
At length awaking, with contemptuous frown,
Indignant Thales eyes the neighb'ring town.
Since worth, he cries, in these degenerate days
Wants even the cheap reward of empty praise ;
In those curs'd walls, devote to vice and gain,
Since unrewarded science toils in vain ;
And every moment leaves my little less ;
While yet my steady steps no staff sustains,
And life still vig'rous revels in my veins;
Grant me, kind Heaven, to find some happier place
Where honesty and sense are no disgrace ;
Some peaceful vale with Nature's paintings gay ;
Where once the harass’d Briton found repose,
And safe in poverty defied his foes ;
Some secret cell, ye pow'rs, indulgent give, And now a rabble rages, now a fire;
Let live here, for has learn'd to live. Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay,
Here let those reign, whom pensions can incite And here the fell attorney prowls for prey ;
To vote a patriot black, a courtier while ; Here falling houses thunder on your head,
Explain their country's dear-bought rights away, And here a female atheist talks you dead.
And plead for pirates in the face of day; While Thales waits the wherry that contains
With slavish tenets taint our poison'd youth, Of dissipated wealth the small remains,
And lend a lie the confidence of truth. On Thames's banks, in silent thought, we stood
Let such raise palaces, and manors buy, Where Greenwich smiles upon the silver flood;
Collect a tax, or farm a lottery; Struck with the seat that gave Eliza* birth,
With warbling eunuchs fill our silenc'd stage,
And lull to servitude a thoughtless age.
Heroes, proceed! what bounds your pride shall hold?
Behold rebellious virtue quite o'erthrown,
Behold our fame, our wealth, our lives your own
To such, the plunder of a land is giv'n,
Well may they venture on the mimic's art, When public crimes inflame the wrath of Heaven: Who play from morn to night a borrow'd part ; But what, my friend, what hope remains for me, Practis'd their master's notions to embrace, Who start at theft, and blush at perjury? Repeat his maxims, and reflect his face; Who scarce forbear, though Britain's court he sing, with ev'ry wild absurdity comply, To pluck a titled poet's borrow'd wing ;
And view each object with another's eye ; A statesman's logic unconvinc'd can hear, To shake with laughter ere the jest they hear, And dare to slumber o'er the Gazetteer;
To pour at will the counterfeited tear; Despise a fool in half his pension dress'd, And, as their patron hints the cold or heat, And strive in vain to laugh at Clodio's jest. To shake in dog-days, in December sweat. Others with softer smiles, and subtle art,
How, when competitors like these contend, Can sap the principles, or taint the heart; Can surly virtue hope to fix a friend ; With more address a lover's note convey, Slaves that with serious impudence beguile, Or bribe a virgin's innocence away:
And lie without a blush, without a smile: Well may they rise, while I, whose rustic tongue Exalt each trifle, ev'ry vice adore, Ne'er knew to pazzle right, or varnish wrong, Your taste in snuff, your judgment in a whore ; Spurn'd as a beggar, dreaded as a spy,
Can Balbo's eloquence applaud, and swear Live unregarded, unlamented die.
He gropes his breeches with a monarch's air. For what but social guilt the friend endears? For arts like these preferr'd, admir'd, caress'd, Who shares Orgilio's crimes, his fortune shares. They first invade your table, then your breast ; But thou, should tempting villany present Explore your secrets with insidious art, All Marlb'rough hoarded, or all Villiers spent, Watch the weak hour, and ransack all the heart Turn from the glittering bribe thy scornful eye, Then soon your ill-plac'd confidence repay, Nor sell for gold, what gold could never buy, Commence your lords, and govern or betray. The peaceful slumber, self-approving day,
By numbers here from shame or censure free, Unsullied fame, and conscience ever gay.
All crimes are safe but hated poverty.
With brisker air the silken courtiers gaze,
Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest ;
Has Heaven reserv'd, in pity to the poor, The rustic grandeur, or the surly grace ; No pathless waste, or undiscover'd shore ? But, lost in thoughtless ease and empty show, No secret island in the boundless main ? Behold the warrior dwindled to a beau;
No peaceful desert yet unclaim'd by Spain ? Sense, freedom, piety, refin'd away,
Quick let us rise, the happy seats explore, of France the mimic, and of Spain the prey. And bear oppression's insolence no more.
All that at home no more can beg or steal, This mournful truth is everywhere confessid, Or like a gibbet better than a wheel :
Slow rises worth by poverty depress'd : Hiss'd from the stage, or hooted from the court, But here more slow, where all are slaves to gold, Their air, their dress, their politics, import; Where looks are merchandise, and smiles are sold : Obsequious, artful, voluble, and gay,
Where won by bribes, by flatteries implor'd, On Britain's fond credulity they prey.
The groom retails the favors of his lord. No gainful trade their industry can ’scape,
But hark! th'affrighted crowd's tumultuous cries They sing, they dance, clean shoes, or cure a Roll through the streets, and thunder to the skies : clap:
Rais'd from some pleasing dream of wealth and All sciences a fasting Monsieur knows,
pow'r, And, bid him go to Hell, to Hell he goes. Some pompous palace or some blissful bower,
Ah! what avails it, that, from slav'ry far, Aghast you start, and scarce with aching sight I drew the breath of life in English air;
Sustain th' approaching fire's tremendous light; Was early taught a Briton's right to prize, Swift from pursuing horrors take your way, And lisp the tale of Henry's victories;
And leave your little all to flames a prey ; If the gull’d conqueror receives the chain, Then through the world a wretched vagrant roam And flattery prevails when arms are vain? For where can starving merit find a home ?
Studious to please, and ready to submit; In vain your mournful narrative disclose, The supple Gaul was born a parasite :
While all neglect, and most insult your woes. Still to his int'rest true, where'er he goes, Should Heaven's just bolts Orgilio's wealth con. Wit, brav'ry, worth, his lavish tongue bestows :
found, In ev'ry face a thousand graces shine,
And spread his flaming palace on the ground, From ev'ry tongue flows harmony divine. Swift o'er the land the dismal rumor flies, These arts in vain our rugged natives try, And public mournings pacify the skies ; Strain out with falt'ring diffidence a lie,
The laureate tribe in venal verse relate, And get a kick for awkward flattery.
How virtue wars with persecuting fate ; Besides, with justice, this discerning age With well-feign'd gratitude the pension'd band Admires their wondrous talents for the stage : Refund the plunder of the beggar'd land.