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Here lies honeft" William, whose heart was a
mint, While the owner ne’er knew half the good that was
in't; The pupil of impulse, it forc'd him along, His conduct fill right, with his argument wrong; Still aiming at honour, yet fearing to roam, The coachman was tipsey, the chariot drove home; Would
ask for his merits? alas ! he had none ; What was good was spontaneous, his faults were his
Here lies honeft Richard, whose fate I must figh at; Alas, that such frolic should now be fo quiet ! What spirits were his ! what wit and what whim! + Now breaking a jest, and now breaking a limb! Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball ! Now teazing and vexing, yet laughing at all! In short, fo provoking a devil was dick, That we wilh'd him full ten times a day at old nick; But, mising his mirth and agreeable vein, As often we wish'd to have Dick back again..
* Vide page 97. + Mr. Richard Burke; vide page 97. This gentleman having slightly fractured one of his arins and legs, at different times, the doctor has rallied him on those accidents, às a kind of retributive justice for breaking his jefts upon other people.
Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts,
Here + Douglas retires from his toils to relax,
But now he is gone, and we want a detector,
Here lies q David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgement of all that was pleasant in man; As an actor, confeft 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 beplafter’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:
* The Rev. Dr. Dodd. + Dr. Kenrick, who read lectures at the Devil tavern, under the title of “ The School of Shakespeare.”
I James Macpherson, esq; who lately, from the mere force of his style, wrote down the first poet of all antiquity. $ Vide page 99. # Vide page 98•
I Vide page 98.
Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly fick,
you got and
Vide page 102. + Mr. Hugh Kelly, author of False Delicacy, Word to the Wife, Clementina, School for Wives, &c. &c.
I Mr. William Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle.
Here * Hickey reelines, a moft blunt, pleasant
creature, And Nander itself must allow him good gature ; He cherish'd his friend, and he relish'd a bumper ; Yet one fault he had, and that one was a thumper.. Perhaps you may ak if the man was a miser : I answer no, no, for he always was wiser: Too courteous, perhaps, or obligingly flat? Hiş very worst foe can't accuse him of that: Perhaps he confided in men as they go, And so was too foolishly honeft? ah no! Then what was his failing ? come tell it, and burn
ye, He was, could he help it? a special attorney.
Here + Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind; His pencil was striking, resistless 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: To coxcombs averse, yet most civily iteeping, When they judg'd without fkill he was still hard of
hearing : When they talk'd of theirRaphaels, Corregios and stuff, He shifted his ftrumpet, and only took snuff.
* Vide page 98.
t Ibid 1 Sir Joshua Reynolds is so remarkably deaf as to be under the necessity of using an ear-trumpet
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