Our dean1 shall be ven'son, just fresh from the plains, And Dick, with his pepper, shall heighten the savour. To make out the dinner, full certain I am 1 Dr. Bernard, Dean of Derry, in Ireland. 2 Edmund Burke, Esq. 3 Mr. William Burke, late secretary to General Conway. Mr. Richard Burke, collector of Grenada. 5 Richard Cumberland, Esq. author of the West Indian, Fashionable Lover, The Brothers, and other dramatic pieces. 6 Dr. Douglas, Canon of Windsor, and Bishop of Salisbury, an ingenious Scotch gentleman; 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. 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 mixt 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 Townshend1 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; 1 Mr. T. Townshend, Member for Whitchurch. What spirits were his! what wit and what whim! Now breaking a jest, and now breaking a limb! That we wished him full ten times a day at old Nick; As often we wished to have Dick back again. Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, His fools have their follies, so lost in a crowd 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, Come, and dance on the spot where your tyrant reclines: When satire and censure encircled his throne, 1 I feared for your safety, I feared for my own; And Scotchman meet Scotchman, and cheat in the dark. An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man: 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 post of all antiquity. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallowed what came, Ye Kenricks, ye Kellys,' and Woodfalls so grave, To act as an angel, and mix with the skies: Those poets who owe their best fame to his skill, Old Shakspeare receive him with praise and with love, Here Hickey reclines, a most blunt pleasant creature, 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. 1 Mr. Hugh Kelly, author of False Delicacy, Word to the Wise, Clementina, School for Wives, &c. &c. 2 Mr. W. Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle, |