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If our landlord * supplies us with beef, and with fish,
Leteach guest bring himself and he brings the best dish;
Our dean t shall be venison, just fresh from the plains,
Our Burke i sliall be tongue, with the garnish of brains,
Our Will's shall be wild fowl of excellent flavor,
And Dick || with his pepper shall lieighten the savor:
Our Cumberland's. sweet-bread its place shall obtain,
And Douglas ** is pudding, substantial and plain:
Our Garrick's tt a salad; for in him we see
Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree:
To make out the dinner, full certain I am,
That Ridge II is anchovy, and Reynolds og is lamb;
That Hickey's!!! a capon, and by the same rule,
Magnanimous Goldsmith, a gooseberry fool.
posed to write epitaphs on him. His country, dialect, and
person, furnished subjects of witticism. He was called on
for Retaliation, and at their next meeting produced this
poem.

# The master of St. James's Coffee-house, where the
doctor, and the friends he has characterized in this poem,
occasionally dined.
+ Dr. Bernard, dean of Derry in Ireland.

Mr. Edmund Burke. & Dr. William Burke, late secretary to General Conway, and member for Bedwin. # Mr. Richard Burke, collector of Grenada.

Mr. Richard Cumberland, author of the West Indian, Fashionable Lover, the Brothers, and other dramatic pieces.

** Doctor Douglas, canon of Windsor, an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who has no less distinguished himself as a citizen of the world, than a sound critic, in detecting several literary mistakes, (or rather forgeries) of his countrymen; particularly Lauder on Milton, and Bower's History of the Popes.

++ David Garrick, Esquire.

** Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar.

28. Sir Joshua Reynolds. 01 An eminent attorney.

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At a dinner so various, at such a repast,
Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the last ?
Here, waiter, more wide, let me 'sit while I'm able,
Till all my companions sink under the table;
Then, with chaos and blunders encircling my head,
Let me ponder, and tell what I think of the dead.

Here lies the good dean, re-united to earth,
Who mixt reason with pleasure,and wisdom with mirth;
If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt,
At least, in six weeks, I could not find 'em out;

Yet some have declar'd, and it can't be deny'd 'em,
That sly boots' was cursedly cunning to hide 'em.

Here lics 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.
Tho’ fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat
To persuade Tommy Townshend * to lend him a vote;
Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining,
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Tho' 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 half the 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;
Alas, that such frolic should now be so quiet!

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What spirits were his! what wit and what whim! * Now breaking a jest, and now breaking a limb!

Raspbesson Now. wrangling and grumbling, to keep up the ball! Now teasing and vexing, yet laughing at all! In short, so provoking a devil was Dick, That we wish'd hiin full ten times a day at old nick; But, missing his mirth and agreeable vein, As often we wish'd to have Dick back again.

Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts,
The Terence of England, the mender of hearts ;
A flattering painter, who made

his care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
His gallants are all faultless, his women divine,
And comedy wonders at being so fine:
Like a tragedy-queen he has dizen'd her out,
Or rather like tragedy giving a rout.
His fools have their follies' so lost in a crowd
Of virtues and feelings, that folly grows proud ;
And coxcombs alike in their failings alone,
Adopting his portraits are pleas'd with their own.
Say, where has our poet this malady caught?'
Or, wherefore his characters thus without fault?
Say, was it that vainly directing his view
To find out men's virtues, and finding them few,
Quite sick of pursuing each troublesome elf,
He grew lazy at last, and drew from himself?

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 Doddst shall be pious, our Kenrickstshall lecture;

• Mr. R. Burke. This gentleman having slightly fractured one of his arms and legs, at different times, the doctor has rallied him on those accidents, as a kind of retributive justice for breaking his jests upon other people.

+ The Rev. Dr. Dodd.

# Dr. Kenrick, who read lectures at the Devil Tavern under the title of “The School of Shakespeare."

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Macpherson * write bombast, and call it a style, -
Our Townshend inake speeches, and I shall compile;
New Lauders 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 cheat in the dark.

Here lies David Garrick, describe him who can,
An'abridgement of all that was pleasant in man 3
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 colours he spread,
And be-plaster'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:
Tho' 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,
Por 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 mistook it for fame;
Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease,
Who pepper'd the highest,

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 t so grave,
What a commerce was yours, while you got and you gave ?
How did Grub-street re-echo the shouts that you raisd,
While he was be-Roscius'd, and you were beprais'd.?

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* James Macpherson, Esq. who lately, from the mere
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. W. Woodsall, printer of the Morning Chronicle.

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But 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 Shakespeare,receive him with praise and with love; These termice
And Beaumonts and Bens be his Kellys above,

Here Hickey reclines,a most blunt, pleasantcreature,
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!
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 civilly steering,
When they judg'd without skill he was still bård of bearing:
When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregios and stuff,
He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.

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POSTSCRIPT.

the publisher received the following epitaph on Mr. Whiteford, t from a friend of the late Doctor Goldsmith.

• 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

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