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Our deand shall be ven’son, just fresh from the plains,
1 Dr. Bernard, Dean of Derry, in Ireland.
? Richard Cumberland, Esq. author of the West Indian, Fashionable Lover, The Brothers, and other dranatic pieces.
6 Dr. Douglas, Canon of Windsor, and Bishop of Salisbury, an ingenious Scotch gentleman; who has no less distinguished bimself 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.
7 David Garrick, Esq.
8 Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar.
9 Sir Joshua Reynolds, 10 An eminent attorney..
Here lies the good dean re-united to earth, Who inixt reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth: If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt At least, in six weeks I could not find them out; Yet some have declared, and it can't be denied 'em, That sly-boots was cursedly cunning to hide 'em."
Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshendl to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed, or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Here lies honest William, whose heart was a mint, While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't; The pupil of impulse, it forced 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 you ask for his merits? alas! he had none; What was good was spontaneous, his faults were his own.
Here lies honest Richard,a whose fate I must sigh at; Alas! that such frolic should now be so quiet!
1 Mr. T. 'Townshend, Member for Whitchurch. 2 Mr. Richard Burke. This gentleman having slightly
What spirits were his! what wit and what whim!
Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts,
Here Douglas retires, from his toils to relax,
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.
Come, all ye quack bards, and ye quacking divines,
Detection her taper shall quench to a spark, • And Scotchman meet Scotchman, and cheat in the dark.
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 ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And be-plastered with rouge his own natural red. On the stage 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 turned and he varied full ten times a day: Though secure of our hearts, yet eonfoundedly siok, If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends, a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back.
1 The Rev. Dr. Dodd.
2 Dr. Kenrick, who read lectures at the Devil Tavern, under the title of “The School of Shakspeare.”
3 James Macpherson, Esq. who, from the mere force of his style wrote down the first poot of all antiquity.
Of praise a mere glutton, he swallowed what came,
Here Hickey reclines, a most blunt pleasant creaturę,
1 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.