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OF old, when Scarron his companions invited,
Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was
united: If our landlord * supplies us with beef and with fish, Let each guest bring himself, and he brings the best
dish. Our deant shall be venison, just fresh from the
plains, Our Burke ţ shall be tongue, with a garnish of
brains, Our Will shall be wild-fowl, of excellent flavour, And Dick || with his pepper shall heighten the sa
Our Cumberland'o sweet-bread its place shall ob
tain, And Douglas ** is padding; substantial and plain :
* The master of St. James's coffee-house, where the doctor, and his friends he has characterised in this poem, occasionally dined.
+ Doctor Bernard, dean of Derry in Ireland. # Mr. Edmund Burke.
☆ Mr. William Burke, late secretary to general Conway, and member for Bedwin. # Mr. Richard Burke, collector of Granada.
Mr. Richard Cumberland, author of the West Indian, Fashionable Lover, the Brothers, and other dramatic pieces. ** Doctor Douglas, canon of Windsor, an inge
Our Garrick's* a salad; for in him we see
· Here lies the good dean, || re-united to earth, Who mix'd 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 ont; Yet some have declar'd, and it can't be denied 'em That sly boots was cursedly canning to hide 'em. Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was
such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it, too much;
nious Scotch gentleman, who has no less distin. guished himself as a citizen of the world, than a sound critic, in detecting several literary mistakes (or rather forgeries) of his countrymen; particu• larly Lauder on Milton, and Bower's History of the Popes.
. David Garrick, Esq.
+ Counsellor Jobn Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar.
I Sir Joshua Reynolds.
Who, born for the universe, narrow'd bis miod, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind ; Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his
throat To persuade Tommy Townshend * to lend him a
yote; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on re
fining, And thought of convincing wbile 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 drodge, disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, nnemploy'd, or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor. Here lies honest William,t whose heart was a
mint, While the owner ne'er knew half the good that
was in't; Thę 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! Now breaking a jest, and now breaking a linb;
* Mr. T. Townshend, member for Whitchurch. + Vide page 191. | Mr. Richard Burke; vide page 191. This gen.
Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball;
Here Cumberland * lies, having acted his parts,
Here Douglas + retires from his toils to relax,
tleman having slightly fractured one of his arms
But now he is gone, and we want a detector,
pile; New Landers and Bowers|| the Tweed shall crom
over, No countryman living their tricks to discover; Detection her taper shall quench to a spark, And Scotchman meet Scotehman 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, confest withont rival to shine : As a wit, if not first, in the very firet 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 nataral red. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting ; 'I'was only that, when he was off, he was acting. With no reason on earth to go out of his way, He tarn'd and he varied full ten times a day;
• The Rev. Dr. Dodd.
# Dr. Kenrick, who read lectures at the Devil Tavern, under the title of · The School of Shakspeare.'
James Macpherson, esq. who lately, from the mere force of his style, wrote down the first poet of all antiquity.
Vide page 192. || Vide page 191.