Say, was it, that vainly directing his view, To find out men's virtues, and finding them few, Here Douglas* retires from his toils to relax, Our Townshend || make speeches, and I shall compile; New Lauders and Bowers ¶ the Tweed shall cross over, No countryman living their tricks to discover ; * Vide page 70. + The Rev. Dr. Dodd. Dr. Kenrick, who read lectures at the Devil Tavern, under the title of "The School of Shakespeare." § James Macpherson, Esq. who lately, from the mere force of his style, wrote down the first poet of all antiquity. || Vide page 71. 1 Vide page 70. Detection her taper shall quench to a spark, And Scotchman meet Scotchman, and cheat in the dark. An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man ; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line : For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, * Vide page 70. Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Ye Kenricks*, ye Kellys +, and Woodfalls so grave, What a commerce was yours, while you got and you gave? 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, Old Shakespeare, receive him, with praise and with love, Here Hickey § reclines, a most blunt, pleasant crea ture, And slander itself must allow him good nature; * Vide page 74. + Mr. Hugh Kelly, author of False Delicacy, Word to the Wise, Clementina, School for Wives, &c. &c. Mr. W. Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle. § Vide page 70. He cherish'd his friend, and he relish'd a bumper; And so was too foolishly honest? Ah no! Then what was his failing? come tell it, and burn ye: He was could he help it ?-a special attorney. * Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland; His pencil our faces, his manners our heart : To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering, When they judg'd without skill he was still hard of hearing : * Vide page 70. When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet *, * Sir Joshua Reynolds was so remarkably deaf as to be under the necessity of using an ear-trumpet in company. POSTSCRIPT. AFTER the fourth edition of this Poem was printed, the publisher received the following epitaph on Mr. Whitefoord *, from a friend of the late Doctor Goldsmith. HERE Whitefoord reclines, and deny it who can, Though he merrily liv'd, he is now a grave + man: * Mr. Caleb Whitefoord, author of many humourous essays. + Mr. W. was so notorious a punster, that Doctor Goldsmith used to say it was impossible to keep him company, without being infected with the itch of punning. |