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Fold, 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 dean + shall be ven’son just fresh from the plains; Our Burke I shall be tongue, with the garnish of brains; Our Will shall be wild fowl, of excellent flavour; And Dick || with his pepper shall heighten the savour :
* The master of the St. James's coffee-house, where the Doctor, and the friends he has characterized in this Poem, occasionally dined.
+ Doctor Bernard, dean of Derry, in Ireland. # Right Hon. Edmund Burke.
$ Mr. William Burke, late secretary to general Conway, and member for Bedwin.
| Mr. Richard Burke, collector of Grenada.
Our Cumberland's * sweetbread its place shall obtain ;
* Mr. Richard Cumberland, author of the West-Indian, Fashionable Lover, the Brothers, and other dramatic pieces.
+ Dr. John Douglas, now bishop of Salisbury, a native of Scotland, who has no less distinguished himself as a citizen of the world, than a sound critic, in detecting several literary mistakes (or rather forgeries) of his countrymen ; particularly Lauder on Milton, and Bower's History of the Popes.
# David Garrick, Esq.
§ Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar.
| Sir Joshua Reynolds. q An eminent attorney.
Then, with chaos and blunders encircling my head,
Here lies the good dean *, re-united to earth,
mirth: If he had any faults, he has left us in doubtAt least, in six weeks I could not find 'em out; Yet some have declar'd, and it can't be deny'd 'em, That sly-boots was cursedly cunning to hide 'em. Here lies our good Edmund t, 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, To persuade Tommy Townshend I to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of
* Vide page 69.
+ Ibid. # Mr. T. Townshend, member for Whitchurch.
Though equal to all things, for all things unfit,
Here lies honest William *, whose heart was a mint,
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 limb +!
* Vide page 69.
+ Mr. Richard Burke; vide page 69. 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.
Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball!
Here Cumberland * lies, having acted his parts,
* Vide page 70.