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If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt,
Here lies our good 14 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
[vote; To persuade 15 Tommy Townshend to lend him a 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 16 William, whose heart was a mint,
[was in't ; While the owner ne'er knew half the good that
14 Vide page 77.
15 Mr. T. Townshend, member for Whitchurch. - See H. Walpole's Letter to Lord Hertford, p. 6.
16 Vide page 77.
The pupil of impulse, it forc'd him along,
Here lies honest Richard, whose fate I must
Here 18 Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, The Terence of England, the mender of hearts; A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
17 Mr. Richard Burke ; vide page 77. This gentleman having slightly fractured one of his arms and legs, at differ. ent times, the doctor has rallied him on those accidents, as a kind of retributive justice for breaking his jests upon other people.
18 Vide p. 77.
His gallants are all faultless, his women divine,
Here 19 Douglas retires from his toils to relax, The scourge of impostors, the terror of quacks : Come, all ye quack bards, and ye quacking di
vines, 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.20 Dodds shall be pious, our 21 Kenricks shall
19 Vide p. 78.
21 Dr. Kenrick, who read lectures at the Devil Tavern, under the title of. The School of Shakespeare.'
22 Macpherson write bombast, and call it a style; Our 28 Townshend make speeches, and I shall compile;
[over, New 24 Lauders and Bowers the Tweed shall cross No countryman living their tricks to discover; Detection her taper shall quench to a spark, 25 And Scotchman meet Scotchman, and cheat in
Here lies 26 David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment 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 colours 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; For he knew, when he pleas’d, he could whistle
them back. 22 James Macpherson, Esq. who lately, from the mere force of his style, wrote down the first poet of all antiquity.
23 Vide page 79. 24 Vide page 78. 20 Vide page 78. 26 • And gods meet gods, and jostle in the dark.'
See Farquhar's Love in a Bottle, vol. i. p. 150. 27 Vide page 81.
Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came,
[you gave! What a commerce was yours, while you got and How did Grub-street re-echo the shouts that you
rais'd, While he was be-Roscius’d and you were beprais'd! 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, And Beaumonts and Bens be his Kellys above. 30
28 Mr. Hugh Kelly, author of · False Delicacy,' Word to the Wise,' · Clementina,' School for Wives,' &c. &c.
29 Mr. William Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle.
30 The following poems, by Mr. Garrick, may in some measure account for the severity exercised by Dr. Goldsmith in respect to that gentleman:
JUPITER AND MERCURY.
HERE, Hermes, says Jove, who with nectar was mellow,