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, confelt without rival to Mine; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line: Yet, with talents like there, 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 beplaiter'd, with rouge, his own natural red. On the itage he was natural, timple, 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 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 cait 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 swallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce, he mistook it for fame ; 'Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest was surelt to please. But let us be candid, and speak out our mind, If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind. Ye + Kenricks, ye | Kellys, and || Woodfalls ro grave, What a commerce was yours,

while you got what you gave?


page 200.

* Vide

+ Vide page 203 # Mr. Hugh Kelly, author of Fale Celicacy, Word to the wise, Clementina. School for wires, &c

|| Mr. William Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle.

How did Grub-Atreet re-echo the shouts that you rais'd,
While he was buroscius'd, and you were beprais’d?
But peace to his fpirit, wherever it lies,
To act as an angel, and mix with the skies :
"Those poets, who owe their best fame to his fill,
Shall ftill be his flatterers, go where he will.
Old Shakespeare, receive him, with praise and with

And Beaumonts and Bens be his * Kellys abovea


Here * Hickey reclines, a moft blunt pleasant crea

And lander itself must allow him good nature :
He cherish d his friend and he rel. Ah'd a bumper;
Yet one fault he had and that one was a thumper.
Perhaps you may ask if the man was a miser;
I answer, no, no, for he always was wiser.
Too courteous perhaps, or obligingly flat?

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 I Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser, or better behind ; His pericil was striking, reliftless 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 :

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To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering,
When they judg’d without skill he was still hard of

hearing : When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregios' and

He shifted his * trumpet, and only took snuff.

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

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OCTOR! according to your wishes,

Youv'e character'd us all in dishes,
Serv'd up a sentimental treat
Of various emblamatic meat:
And now it's time, I trust, you think,
Your company should have fome drink;
Else, take


word for it, at least, Your Irish friends wont like your feast, Ring then, and see that there is plac'd To each according to his taste.

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


Let it be genuine, bright and fine,
Pure unadulterated wine ;
For if there's fault in talte, or odour,
He'll search it as he search'd out Lauder

To Johnson, philofophic fage,
The moral Mentor of the

Religion's friend, with foul fincere,
With melting heart, but look austere,
Give liquor of an honest fort,
And crown his cup with priestly Port!

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Now fill the glass with gay Champagne,
And frik it in a livelier strain :
Quick! Quick! the sparkling nectar quaff,
Drink it, dvar Gurrick-drink and laugh!

Pour forth to Reynolds, without stint,
Rich Burgundy, of ruby tint;
If e'er his colours chance to fade,
This brilliant hue shall come in aid,
With ruddy lights refresh the faces,
And warm the bofoins of the Graces.

To Burke a pure libation bring,
Fresh drawn from clear Caftalian (pring,
With civic oak the goblet bind,
Fit emblem • his patriot mind;
Let Clio as his tafter fip,
· And Herine's hand it to his lip.

Fill up my friend, the Dean of Dorry, A bumper ui ww.ventua! Sherry.

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