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Like a tragedy queen he has dizend them out,
grew lazy at lart, and drew for himself?
Here * Douglas retires from his toils to relax,
* Vide page 200.
+ The Rev. Dr. Dodd. # Mr. Kenrick lately read lectures at the Devil tavern, under the title of " The School of Shakespeare'
ll James Macpherson, Esq; who lately, from the mere force of his style, wrote down the first poet of all antie quity, * Vide page 2oo.
Vide page 200
Detection her taper shall quench to a spark,
Here lies * David Garrick, describe him who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man; As an actor, confest without rival to shine ; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line : Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings, a dupe to his art. Like an an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplaster'd, with rouge, his own natural red. On the itage he was natural, simple, affecting ; 'Twas only that, when he was off, he was acting. With no reason on earth to go out of his way, He turn'd and he vary'd full ten times a day : Tho' secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly fick, If they were not his own by fineffing and trick: He cait off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he new when he pleas'd he could whistle them
* Vide page 200:
+ Vide page 203: I Mr. High Kelly, author of Falle Delicacy, Word to the wise, Clementina, School for wiies, &e.
|| Mr. William Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle,
How did Grub-street re-echo the shouts that you rais'd,
Here * Hickey reclines, a moft blunt pleasant crea
ture, And slander itself muft allow him good nature : He cherish'd his friend and he relith'd a bumper; Yet one fault he had and that one was a thumper. Perhaps you may ask if the man was a miser; I answer, no, no, for he always was wiser. Too courteous perhaps, or obligingly flat? His very worst foe can't accuse him of that: Perhaps he confided in men as they go, And so was too foolituly honeft ? ah no! Then what was his failing ? come tell it, and burn ye, He was, could he help it? a special attorney.
Here I Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser, or better behind ; His pencil was striking, refiftless and grand; His manners were gentle, complying and bland; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces; his manners our heart :
* Vide page 204. + Vide page 200.
To coxcombs averse, yet mot civilly steering,
hcaring: When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregios and
ftuff, He shifted his * trumpet, and only took snuff.
* Sir Joshua Reynolds is so remarkably deaf as to be under the neceflity of using an ear trumpet in company.
R E T A L I A TI O N.
OCTOR! according to your wishes,
Serv'd up a sentimental treat
should have some drink;
To Douglas, fraught with learn'd stock Of critic Lore, give ancient Hock,