Detection her taper fhall 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, confeft without rival to shine; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line : Yet, with talents like thefe, 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 itage he was natural, fimple, 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 whiftle them back. Of praise a mere glutton, he fwallow'd what came, *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-ftreet re-echo the fhouts that To act as an angel, and mix with the skies : Old Shakespeare, receive him, with praife and with love, * And Beaumonts and Bens be his Kellys above. Here Hickey reclines, a moft blunt pleafant crea ture, And flander itself muft allow him good nature: Then what was his failing? come tell it, and burn ye, Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wifer, or better behind; His pencil was ftriking, refiftlefs 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. To coxcombs averfe, yet moft civilly steering, When they judg'd without fkill he was ftill hard of hearing: When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregios and ftuff, He shifted his trumpet, and only took Inuff. * Sir Joshua Reynolds is fo remarkably deaf as to be under the neceffity of ufing an ear trumpet in com pany. A POETICAL EPI S T L E, From MR. CUMBERLAND Το DR. GOLD SMITH, Or, SUPPLEMENT to his RETALIATION. DOCTOR! according to your wishes, Youv'e character'd us all in dishes, Serv'd up a fentimental treat Of various emblamatic meat : And now it's time, I trust, you think, To Douglas, fraught with learn'd ftock Of critic Lore, give ancient Hock; T Let it be genuine, bright and fine, For if there's fault in tafte, or odour, To Johnfon, philofophic fage, And crown his cup with priestly Port! Now fill the glafs with gay Champagne, And frisk it in a livelier ftrain: Quick! Quick! the sparkling nectar quaff, Drink it, dear Garrick!-drink and laugh! Pour forth to Reynolds, without ftint, To Burke a pure libation bring, 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. |