Path to difcontent and frenzy,

Fighting ftill, and ftill destroying,
Tho' the stage be worth thy envy,

Think, oh! think it worth enjoying:
Let thy friendly fears advife thee,
Think my Lord Chief Juftice fpies thee!

Fitzgig, unable to conceal his pain,
Gaz'd on the man,

Who check'd his plan,

And groan'd and hifs'd, and groan'd and hifs'd,

Groan'd and hifs'd, and groan'd again. At length with fear and fhame at once oppreft, Away the Gen'ral flunk, and left the reft.

Lo! now the ruffians roar amain, A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of shame asunder,

Recall him with a rattling peal of thunder!

Hark! hark! at the clattering found,

Burky rears up his head,

And cries, "Is he fled ?"

And amaz'd he ftares round

Revenge! Revenge! then Burky cries,

Lo! the plunderers rife!

See the fconces they tear,

How they clash in the air,

And the rapine that glares in their eyes.

Behold

Behold a dirty band,

Each a club in his hand,

Thofe are hireling flaves, who to eating are

ftrangers.

Who obey the command,

Tho' fhock'd at the dangers;

Give the vengeance due

To the bluft'ring crew

Behold, how they tofs up the benches on high,
(O Fitzgig, return, and our victory spy!)
How they break the orchestral abodes,
How the inftruments fhatter by loads?
The ruffians applaud with a furious joy,
And a buck feiz'd a candle with zeal to destroy..
Burky led the way,

To guide them to their prey,

And, like another Ganymede, reduc'd another ́ Troy.

Not long ago

'Ere bouncing braggarts dealt the blow,

While blockheads yet were mute,

Our Garrick to the feeling mind could fuit His various art, each paffion could infpire, Could kindle manly rage, or melt with foft defire.

At last enormous Fitzgig came,

Infpirer of the robber's claim,

The

The ftrange enthufiaft impofitions gives;
Quenching the fire of magic founds,

Adds length and ftrength to mimic bounds, With impudence and pride, and arts unknown to thieves.

Let judgment then refign the prize,
And mourn her mangled crown;
She rais'd a Shakespear to the skies,
He threw a Garrick down.

The plund'rers rend the roof with loud applaufe:
So Merit loft, and Riot won the cause.

ON

MO ONODY

Μ

THE DEATH OF MR. GARRICK:

OH, GARRICK!-dearest to the tenderest mind,
Bright, faithful mirror of our varying kind;
Ere yet the Vision shall for ever flee,
Swift let my inftant plaudit follow thee!

Pupil of Nature! fure as feen to please, Thy voice was harmony, thy motion ease; Matchlefs artificer of joy and woe,

To long oblivion must thy talents go?

All that we fuffer'd-when thy magic glance, O'er thousands drew at once th' infectious trance;

VOL. II.

Fear, guilt, difdain, or heart-corroding care,
Hatred, revenge, remorfe, or deep defpair?
All we enjoy'd-when Laughter's eafy reign.
Cheer'd, at thy fmiles, this family of pain;
And clowns or coxcombs gave, as you faw fit,
To courts new graces, and new force to wit?
Then, ere the vifion fhall for ever flee,
Swift, let my inftant plaudit follow thee!

The happier Bard, whofe tuneful numbers roll, And speak fweet ecftafy from foul to foul, Scarce charms the prefent more than future times, But lives, long ages on, in deathlefs rhymes. Johnson, thine earliest friend, his pen shall give Down to the world's laft hour his name to live; His fterling reasoning, and his móral pure, Till truth herself fhould fail, his fame fecure. The painter's hand, which each fair form can

trace,

Embody thought, and fix vanefcent grace,
Courts flying years with speedier wing to move,
To crown his labours as his tints improve;
And, while on canvas each warm figure breathes,
Hopes from pofterity unfading wreaths;
Ev'n Mufic, airy power! whofe tranfient boon
Sinks on the fenfe, and lives but to be gone,

Con

Condens'd on paper, gives the sons to know Those heav'nly founds that footh'd their father's

woe;

While thine unequall'd skill, which brought to

view,

In Shakespear, beauties that fcarce Shakespear knew ;

In Kitely's fufferings gave us more than mirth,
Or rais'd to fame poor Drugger's humble birth;
Taught every Muse a shorter, furer art,

To ftrike, or fhine, to melt, or please the heart;
Which to thy Reynolds could new hints bestow,
How lines fhould vary and how colours glow ;
Or, as thy tuneful accents funk or swell'd,
Made Arne ftand fpeechlefs at his art excell'd;
And own, when Avon's banks thy triumph
spread,

His scarce could follow where thy fancy led,
Dies in the use, howe'er my wish rebel,
Unknown, because impoffible to tell.
Then, ere the Vision shall for ever flee,
Swift, let my inftant plaudit follow thee!