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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 firft, 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 an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplafter'd, with rouge, his own natural red. On the tage he was natural, fimple, affecting; 'Twas only that, when he was off, he was acting. With no reafon on earth to go out of his way, He turn'd and he vary'd full ten times a-day: Tho' fecure of our hearts, yet confoundedly fick, If they were not his own by fineffing and trick: He catt off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he new when he pleas'd he could whittle them back.

Of praise a mere glutton, he fwallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce, he mistook it for fame; 'Till his relish grown callous, almoft to disease, Who pepper'd the higheft was fureft to please. But let us be candid, and speak out our mind, If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind. Yet Kenricks, yet Kellys, and || Woodfalls fo grave, What a commerce was yours, while you got what you

gave?

* Vide page 200.

+ Vide page 203.

Mr. Hugh Kelly, author of Falfe Delicacy, Word
to the wife, Clementina, School for wires &c
Mr. William Woodfall, printer of the Morning
Chronicle.

How did Grub-freet re-echo the fhouts that you rais'd,
While he was berofcius'd, and you were beprais'd?
But peace to his fpirit, wherever it flies,

To act as an angel, and mix with the skies :
Thofe poets, who owe their beft fame to his fkill,
Shall ftill be his flatterers, go where he will.

Old Shakespeare, receive him, with praise and with love,

*

And Beaumonts and Bens be his Kellys above a

Here* Hickey reclines, a moft blunt pleasant crea

ture,

And flander itself muft allow him good nature :
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 ask if the man was a mifer;
Ianfwer, no, no, for he always was wiser.
Too courteous perhaps, or obligingly flat?
worft foe can't accufe him of that:
Perhaps he confided in men as they go,
And fo was too foolishly honeft? ah no!

His

very

Then what was his failing? come tell it, and burn ye, He was, could he help it? a fpecial attorney.

Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wifer, or better behind; His pencil was ftriking, refiftless 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 :

* Vide page 204. + Vide page 200. Ibid.

To coxcombs averfe, yet most civilly fteering,

When they judg'd without skill he was ftill hard of hearing:

When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregios and

Auff,

*

He shifted his trumpet, and only took snuff.

*Sir Joshua Reynolds is fo remarkably deaf as to be under the neceffity of ufing an ear trumpet in com, pany.

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DOCTO

Serv'd

OCTOR! according to your wishes,
Youv'e character'd us all in dishes,
up a fentimental treat

Of various emblamatic meat:

And now it's time, I trust, you think,
Your
company fhould have fome drink;
Elfe, take my word for it, at least,
Your Irish friends wont like your feast,
Ring then, and fee that there is plac'd
To each according to his tafte.

To Douglas, fraught with learn'd ftock Of critic Lore, give ancient Hock;

T

Let it be genuine, bright and fine,
Pure unadulterated wine;

For if there's fault in talte, or odour,
He'll fearch it as he fearch'd out Lauder

To Johnfon, philofophic fage,
The moral Mentor of the age,
Religion's friend, with foul fincere,
With melting heart, but look auftere,
Give liquor of an honest sort,

And crown his cup with priestly Port!

Now fill the glafs with gay Champagne, And frisk it in a livelier ftrain:

Quick Quick! the fparkling nectar quaff, Drink it, dear Garrick !-drink and laugh!

Pour forth to Reynolds, without fint,
Rich Burgundy, of ruby tint;

If e'er his colours chance to fade,
This brilliant hue fhall come in aid,
With ruddy lights refresh the faces,
And warm the bofoms of the Graces.

To Burke a pure libation bring,
Fresh drawn from clear Caftalian spring
With civic oak the goblet bind,
Fit emblem his patriot mind;
Let Clio as his tafter fip.

· And Hermes hand it to his lip.

Fill up my friend, the Dean of Derry,

A bumper of conventual Sherry.

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