"The Haunch of Venison," written, it is believed, in 1771, was first published in 1776-two years after Goldsmith's death. It is here printed from the second edition, 1776, containing ten additional lines and numerous emendations, said to be taken from the last transcript of its author. The Lord Clare to whom this poem is addressed was Robert Nugent, of Carlanstown, Westmeath, created 1766 Viscount Clare, and in 1776 Earl Nugent. He died at Dublin in 1788, and was buried at Gosfield, in Essex. He was - a poet, and a stanza from his Ode to Pulteney has been quoted by Gibbon in his character of Brutus: "What though the good, the brave, the wise, With adverse force undaunted rise, To break th' eternal doom; Though Cato liv'd, though Tully spoke, Though Brutus dealt the godlike stroke, Yet perish'd fated Rome!" He was thrice married; was a big, jovial, voluptuous Irishman, with a loud voice, a strong Irish accent, and a ready though coarse wit. THE HAUNCH OF VENISON. THANKS, my Lord, for your venison; for finer or fatter The fat was so white, and the lean was so ruddy;' Though my stomach was sharp, I could scarce help regretting, I had thoughts in my chamber to place it in view, Well! suppose it a bounce; sure a poet may try, To go on with my tale-as I gaz'd on the haunch, I thought of a friend that was trusty and staunch, 1 "The white was so white, and the red was so ruddy.”—First Edition. "There is scarcely a cottage in Germany, Poland, and Switzerland that is not hung round with these marks of hospitality; and which often makes the owner better contented with hunger, since he has it in his power to be luxurious when he thinks proper. A piece of beef hung up there is considered as an elegant piece of furniture, which, though seldom touched, at least argues the possessor's opulence and ease."—History of Animated Nature, vol. iii. p. 9. Lord Clare's nephew. So I cut it, and sent it to Reynolds undrest, To paint it or eat it, just as he lik'd best. Of the neck and the breast I had next to dispose; With the how, and the who, and the where, and the when. An acquaintance, a friend as he called himself, enter'd: And he smil'd as he look'd at the venison and me.' "Why, whose should it be?" cried I, with a flounce. get these things often "--but that was a bounce: "Some lords, my acquaintance, that settle the nation, Are pleased to be kind-but I hate ostentation." 1 Dorothy Monroe, whose various charms are celebrated in verse by Lord Townshend. 2 "There's Coley, and Williams, and Howard, and Hiff."-First Edition. 3 Paul Hiffernan, M.D., an obscure Irish practitioner and author. 4 "Such dainties to them! It would look like a flirt, Like sending 'em ruffles when wanting a shirt."-First Edition. "To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, or fill his snuff-box, is like giving a pair of lace ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back."-Tom Brown's Laconics (Works, iv. 14; 4 vols. 8vo, 1709). "The king has lately been pleased to make me professor of ancient history in a Royal Academy of Painting which he has just established; but there is no salary annexed, and I took it rather as a compliment to the institution than any benefit to myself. Honors to me, in my situation, are something like ruffles to one that wants a shirt."-Goldsmith to his Brother (Letters, vol. iv.). 5 "A fine-spoken custom-house officer he, Who smil'd as he gaz'd on the venison and me."-First Edition. "If that be the case, then," cried he, very gay, "I'm glad I have taken this house in my way. To-morrow you take a poor dinner with me; No words-I insist on't-precisely at three: We'll have Johnson and Burke; all the wits will be there; And now that I think on't, as I am a sinner! Left alone to reflect, having emptied my shelf, When come to the place where we all were to dine, 1 "I'll take no denial-you shall and you must.'"-First Edition. 2 3 "No words, my dear Goldsmith! my very good friend!"-First Edition. See the letters that passed between His Royal Highness Henry, Duke of Cumberland, and Lady Grosvenor (12mo, 1769). |