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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 denied 'em,
That slyboots was cursedly cunning to hide 'em.

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

[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,
His conduct still right, with his argument wrong;
Still aiming at honour, yet fearing to roam,
The coachman was tipsy, the chariot drove home:
Would

you

ask for his merits alas! he had none; What was good was spontaneous, his faults were

his own.

Here lies honest Richard, whose fate I must

sigh at;
Alas that such frolic should now be so quiet!
What spirits were his! what wit and what whim,
17 Now breaking a jest, and now breaking a limb;
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 him 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 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 different 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,
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 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

lecture;

19 Vide p. 78.
20 The Rev. Dr. Dodd.

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

the dark.

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.

26 Vide page 78. 26 • And gods meet gods, and jostle in the dark.'

See Farquhar's Love in a Bottle, vol. i. p. 150.

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 27 Kenricks, ye 28 Kellys, and 29 Woodfalls so
grave,

[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

27 Vide page 81.

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:

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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 dross;
Without cause be he pleas'd, without cause be he cross :

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