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Dr. Goldfmith and fome of his friends occafionally dined at the St. James's coffee-houfe.-One day it was propofed to write epitaphs on him. His country, dialect, and perfon, furnished fubjects of witticifm. He was called on for RETALIATION, and at their next meeting, produced the following poem.

Fold, when Scarron his companions invited,

Each gueft brought his dish, and the feat was united;

If our landlord fupplies us with beef and with fish, Let each guest bring himself, and he brings the best dish: Our dean fhall be venifon, juft fresh from the plains; Our Burke fhall be tongue, with a garnish of brains;

* The master of the St. James's coffee-houfe where the doctor, and the friends he has characterized in this poem, occafionally dined.

+ Doctor Barnard, dean of Derry in Ireland.

Mr Edmund Burke, member for Wendover, and one of the greateft orators in this Kingdom.

*

Our Will fhall be wild fowl, of excellent flavour,
And † Dick with his pepper fhall heighten their favour :
Our Cumberland's fweet-bread its place fhall obtain,
And Douglas is pudding, fubftantial and plain :
Our f Garrick's a fallad, for in him we fee
Oil, vinegar, fugar, and faltnefs agree:
To make out the dinner full certain I am,
That Ridge is anchovy, and ** Reynolds is lamb;
That ++ Hickey's a capon, and by the fame rule,
Magnanimous Goldfmith a goofberry fool.

At a dinner fo various, at fuch a repast,

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Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the last?

* Mr William Burke, late fecretary to general Con, way, and member for Bedwin.

Mr Richard Burke, Collector of Granada.

Mr Richard Cumberland, author of the West Indian, Fashionable Lover, the Brothers, and other dramatic pieces.

Doctor Douglas, cannon of Windfor, an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who has no lefs diftinguifhed himfelf as a citizen of the world, than a found critic, in detecting feveral literary miftakes (or rather forgeries) of his countrymen; particularly Lauder on Milton, and Bower's Hiftory of the Popes,

§ David Garrick, Efq; joint patentee, and acting manager of the Theatre-royal, Drury-lane.

Counfellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar; the relish of whofe converfation was justly compared to an anchovy.

** Sir Joshua Reynolds, prefident of the Royal Academy.

++ An eminent attorney.

Here, waiter, more wine, let me fit while I'm able,
'Till all my companions fink 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, re-united to earth, Who mixt reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth: If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt, At least in fix weeks, I could not find 'em out; Yet fome have declar'd, and it can't be deny'd 'em, That fly-boots was curfedly cunning to hide 'em.

Here lies our good † Edmund, whofe genius was fuch, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much h; Who, born for the univerfe narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Tho' fraught with all learning, yet ftraining his throat, To perfuade +Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, ftill went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining;

Tho' 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 difobedient;
And too fond of the right to purfue the expedient.
In fhort, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, fir,
To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.

* Vide page 199. + Vide page 199.

Mr T. Townshend, member for Whitechurch.

Here lies honeft * William, whofe heart was a mint, While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't; The pupil of impulfe, it forc'd him along,

His conduct ftill right, with his argument wrong;
Still aiming at honour, yet fearing to roam,

The coachman was tipfy, the chariot drove home;
Would you ask for his merits? alas! he had none;
What was good was fpontaneous, his faults were his

own.

Here lies honeft Richard whofe fate I must figh at ;
Alas that fuch frolic fhould now be fo quiet!
What fpirits were his! what wit and what whim ;
+ Now breaking a jeft, and now breaking a limb?
Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball!
Now teazing and vexing, yet laughing at all!
In fhort fo provoking a devil was Dick,

That we wit'd him full ten times a day at old nick;
But, miffing his mirth and agreeable vein,
As often we wish d to have Dick back again.

Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts,
The Terence of England, the mender of hearts;
A flattering painter, who made it his care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are,
His, gallants are all faultlefs his women divine,
And comedy wonders at being fo fine;

* Vide page 200.

This gen

+ Mr Richard Burke; vide page 200. tleman having flightly fractured one of his arms and legs, at different times, the doctor has rallied him on thofe accidents, as a kind of retributive juftice for breaking his jefts on other people.

Vide page 200.

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