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The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame froin every eye,
And wring his bosom--is to die.
ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG.'
Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear into my song;
It cannot hold you long.
In Islington there was a man
Of whom the world might say
Whene'er he went to pray.
A kind and gentle heart he liad,
To comfort friends and foes;
When he put on his clothes.
And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
And curs of low degree.
This dog and man at first were friends ;
But when a pique began,
Went mad, and bit the man.
· First printed in “ The Vicar of Wakefield,” 1766, though probably written at an earlier period; perhaps in 1760, as we find in The Citizen of the World (Letter lxix.) an amusing paper in which Goldsmith ridicules the fear of mad dogs as one of those epidemic terrors to which the people of England are occasionally subject.
Around froin all the neighboring streets
The wondering neighbors ran,
To bite so good a man.
The wound it seein'd both sore and sad
To every Christian eye;
They swore the man would die.
But soon a wonder came to light,
That show'd the rogues they lied :
The dog it was that died.
ON EDWARD PURDOX.
HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed,
Who long was a bookseller's hack;
I don't think he'll wish to come back.
* From the “Poems and Plays,” 1777. Mr. Purdon, “ famous for his literary abilities," says the obituary of the Gentlemen's Magazine, died " suddenly in Smithfield," 27th March, 1767. He was the college friend of Goldsmith, and the translator of “The Memoirs of a Protestant,” to which Goldsmith wrote the printed preface (see Vol. III.). The original of all is the epitaph on “ La Mort du Sieur Étienne:"
* Il est au bout de ses travaux,
Qu'on ne croit pas qu'il revienne." With this, perhaps, Goldsmith was familiar, and had therefore less scruple in laying felonious hands on the epigram in the Miscellanies (Swift, xiii. 372).
"Well, then, poor G- lies underground! .
So there's an end of honest Jack.
FORSTER, Goldsmith's Life and Times, ii. 80.
EPILOGUE TO “THE SISTER.” 1
Spoken by Mrs. Bulkley. What! five long acts--and all to make us wiser? Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser. Had she consulted me, she should have made Her moral play a speaking masquerade ; Warm'd up each bustling scene, and in her rage Have emptied all the greenroom on the stage. My life on't, this had kept her play from sinking; Have pleas’d our eyes, and sav’d the pain of thinking. Well! since she thus has shown her want of skill, What if I give a masquerade ?-I will. But how? ay, there's the rub! (pausing]--I've got my cue; The world's a masquerade! the maskers, you, you, you.
[To Boxes, Pit, and Gallery. Lud! what a group the motley scene discloses ! False wits, false wives, false virgins, and false spouses ! Statesmen with bridles on; and, close beside 'em, Patriots in party-color'd suits that ride 'em. There Hebes, turn’d of fifty, try once more To raise a flame in Cupids of threescore; These, in their turn, with appetites as keen, Deserting fifty, fasten on fifteen. Miss, not yet full fifteen, with fire uncommon, Flings down her sampler and takes up the woman; The little urchin smiles, and spreads her lure, And tries to kill ere she's got power to cure. Thus 'tis with all: their chief and constant care Is to seein everything—but what they are.
Written by Mrs. Charlotte Lennox, and first acted at Covent Garden Theatre, 18th January, 1769. The audience expressed their disapprobation of it with so much clamor and appearance of prejudice that she would not suffer an attempt to exhibit it a second time, but published her play (unauthor-like) without either remonstrance or complaint. See Gentleman's Magazine for April, 1769, p. 199.
Yon broad, bold, angry spark I fix my eye on,
IN REPLY TO AN INVITATION TO DINNER AT DR. BAKER's.?
" This is a poem! This is a copy of verses !"
Your mandate I got,
" There are but two decent prologues in our tongue-Pope's to 'Cato'Johnson's to Drury Lane. These, with the epilogue to “The Distrest Mother,' and, I think, one of Goldsmith's, and a prologue of old Colman's to Beaumont and Fletcher’s · Philaster,' are the best things of the kind we have.”—LORD Byron, Works, vol. ii. p. 165.
2 Written about the year 1769, in reply to an invitation to dinner at Dr. (afterwards Sir George) Baker's (d. 1809), to meet the Misses Horneck, Angelica Kauff. man, Miss Reynolds, Sir Joshua Reynolds, and others. For the above verses, first published in 1837, the reader is indebted to Major-General Sir Henry Bunbury, Bart. * Ensign (afterwards General) Horneck, son of Mrs. IIorneck, widow of Captain Kane Horneck.
As I hope to be sav’d,
Yet how can I, when rest,
Miss Mary Horneck, afterwards Mrs. Gwyn. She died in 1840, aged eighty-eight. a Miss Catherine Horneck, afterwards (1771) Mrs. Bunbury. Her portrait by Sir Joshua, one of his finest works, is now at Bowood.