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Dr. Gotdfmith and fome of his friends occasionally diner! at the St. James's coffee-house -One day it was proposed to write epitaphs on him. His country, dialect, and per. fon, furnished subjects of witticism. He was called on for RETALIATION, and at their next meeting, produced the following puen.
Fold, when Scarron his companions invited,
* The master of the St. James's coffee-house where the doctor, and the friends he has characterized in this poem, occasionally dined.
+ Doctor Barnard, dean of Derry in Ireland,
| Mr Edmund Burke, member for Wendover, and one of the greatest orators in this Kingdom.
Our ** Will shall be wild fowl, of excellent flavour,
* Mr William Burke, late secretary to general Con, way, and member for Bedwip.
Mr Richard Burke, Collector of Granada. $ Mr Richard Cumberland, author of the West Indian, Fashionable Lover, the Brothers, and other dramatic pieces.
|| Doctor Douglas, cannon of Windsor, an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who has no less distinguished himself as a citizen of the world, than a found critic, in de. tecting several literary mistakes (or rather forgeries) of his countrymen ; particularly Lauder on Milton, and Borwer's History of the Popes,
Ø David Garrick, Esq; joint patentee, and acting manager of the Theatre-royal, Drury-lane.
q Connfellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar; the relish of whose conversation was juftly compared to an anchovy.
** Sir Joshua Reynolds, president of the Royal Aca. der:y.
tt An eminent attorney.
Here, waiter, more wine, let me fit while I'm able,
Here lies the good * dean, re-united to earth,
Here lies our good † Edmund, whose genius was
* Vide page 199
Here lies honeft * William, whose heart was a mint, While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't; The pupil of impuise, 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
ask for his merits ? alas ! he had none; What was good was spontaneous, his faults were his
Here lies honest Richard whose fate I must sigh at ; Alas that such frolic Mould now be fo quiet ! What fpirits were his! what wit and what whim; + Now breaking a jeft, and now breaking a limb ? Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball ! Now teazing and vexing, yet laughing at all ! In short fo provoking a devil was Dick, That we wilu'd him full ten times a day at old nick; But, milling his mirth and agreeable vein, As often we wish d to have Dick back again.
Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts,
* Vide page 200.
+ Mr Richard Burke ; vide page 200. tleman having Nightly 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 jefts on other people.
I Vide page 200.