« VorigeDoorgaan »
FIRST PRINTED IN THE YEAR 1774.
AFTER THE AUTHOR'S DEATH.
[Dr. Goldsmith and some of his friends occasionally dined at the St. James's Coffeehouse.—One day it was proposed to write epitaphs on him. His country, dialect, and person furnished subjects of witticism. He was called on for Retaliation, and at their next meeting produced the following poem.)
Op old, when Scarron his companions invited, Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united.
[fish, If our landlord' supplies us with beef, and with Let each guest bring himself, and he brings the
best dish: • Our dean? shall be venison, just fresh from the plains,
[brains, Our Burke 3 shall be tongue, with the garnish of Our Will 4 shall be wild fowl, of excellent flavour, And Dicks with his pepper shall heighten the
| The master of the St. James's Coffeehouse, where the Doctor, and the friends he has characterized in this poem, occasionally dined.
Dr. Bernard, dean of Derry in Ireland. 3 Edmund Burke.
4 Mr. William Burke, late secretary to General Conway, and member for Bedwin.
3 Mr. Richard Burke, collector of Grenada.
Our Cumberland's sweetbread its place shall
obtain, And Douglas? is pudding, substantial and plain : Our Garrick's 8 a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree: To make out the dinner full certain I am, That Ridge' is anchovy, and Reynold's to is lamb; That Hickey's" a capon; and, by the same rule, Magnanimous Goldsmith, a gooseberry fool. At a dinner so various, at such a repast, Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the last? Here, waiter, more wine, let me sit while I'm able, Till all my companions sink under the table; Then, with chaos and blunders encircling my head, Let me ponder, and tell what I think of the dead.
Here lies the good dean, reunited to earth, Who mix'd 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
them, That slyboots was cursedly cunning to hide them.
6 Richard Cumberland, author of the West Indian, Fashionable Lover, The Brothers, and other dramatic pieces.'
? Dr. Douglas, canon of Windsor (late 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,
8 David Garrick.
9 Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar.
10 Sir Joshua Reynolds. 11 An eminent attorney.
Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was
such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind:
[throat, Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his To persuade Tommy Townshend is to lend him a
vote; Who,too deep for his hearers,still wenton 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, unemploy'd, or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor. Here lies honest William, whose heart was a mint,
was in't; While the owner ne'er knew half the good that 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
ask for his merits? alas! he had none; What was good was spontaneous, his faults were his own.
[sigh at; Here lies honest Richard "3, whose fate I must Alas! that such frolic should now be so quiet!
12 Mr. T. Townshend, member for Whitchurch.
13 Mr. Richard Barke. This gentleman having slightly fractured one of his arms and legs, at different times, the Doctor bas rallied him on those accidents, as a kind of retributive justice for breaking his jests upon other people.
What spirits were his! what wit and what whim!
Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts,
Here Douglas retires from his toils to relax, The scourge of impostors, the terror of quacks: 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, I fear’d for your safety, I fear’d for my own;
But now he is gone, and we want a detector, Our Dodds 14 shall be pious, our Kenricks's shall
lecture; Macpherson 16 write bombast, and call it a style; Our Townshend make speeches, and I shall compile;
[over, New Lauders and Bowers the Tweed shall cross No countryman living their tricks to discover; 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, confessd, without rival to shine; As a wit, if poOfirst, in the very first line: Yet, with talents like these and an excellent heart, The man had his failings- dupe to his art. Like an ill judging beauty his colours he spread, And beplaster’d 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 turn’d and he varied full ten times a day: Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly
sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle
14 The unfortunate Dr. Dodd.
15 Dr. Kenrick, who read lectures at the Devil Tavern, under the title of The School of Sbakspeare.'
16 Jaines Macpherson, who lately, from the mere force of his style, wrote down the first poet of all antiquity.