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Of old, when Scarron his companions invited,
The master of the St. James's coffee-house, where the Poet, and the friends he has characterized in this poem, occasionally dined.
† Dr. Barnard, Dean of Derry in Ireland. (Afterwards Bishop of Killaloe, and in 1749 translated to the see of Limerick. He died at Wimbledon, in Surrey, June, 7, 1806, in his eightieth year.) † The Right Hon. Edmund Burke.
Mr. William Burke, late secretary to General Conway, member for Bedwin, and afterwards holding office in India.
|| Mr. Richard Burke, collector of Granada ; afterwards Recorder of Bristol
Richard Cumberland, Esq., author of the West-Indian, Fashionable Lover, the Brothers, Calvary, &c. &c.
** Dr. Douglas, canon of Windsor (now Bishop of Salisbury), an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who has no less distinguished himself as a citizen of the world, than a sound critic, in detecting several literary mistakes (or rather forgeries) of his countrymen ; particularly Lauder on Milton, and Bower's History of the Popes. He died in 1807.]
Our Garrick's* a sallad ; for in him we see
Ilere lies the good Dean. reunited to carth, Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth; If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt, At least, in six weeks I could not find 'em out; Yet some have declar'd, and it can't be denied 'em, That sly-hoots was cursedly emning to liide 'em.
Here lies our good Edmund, I whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much ; Who born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.*
# David Garrick, Esq.
$ An eminent attorney. || Vide page 111.
5 Viile page 111. ** [In this thought Goldsmith had probably in remembrance a passage in one of Pope's letters to Swift, in which, speaking of Bolingbroke, he complains of his being so much taken up with particular men as to negleet mankind; still rather a creature of this world than of the universe. ]
Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat,
Here lies honest William,f whose heart was a mint, While the owner never knew half the good that was in't; The pupil of impulse it forc'd him along, His conduct still right, with his argument wrong ; Still aiming at honor, yet fearing to roam, The coachman was tipsy, the chariot drove home: Would
ask for his merits ? alas ! he had none; What was good was spontaneous, his faults were his own.
Here lies honest Richard, whose fate I must sigh at:
* Mr. Thomas Townshend, member for Whitchurch. (Afterwards Lord Sydney.)
+ Vide page 111.
1 Mr. Richard Burke. This gentleman having slightly fractured one of his arms and legs, at different times, the Doctor has rallied him on these accidents, as a kind of retributive justice for breaking his jests upon other people.
But missing his mirth and agreeable vein,
Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts,
Here Douglas* retires from his toils to relax, The scourge of impostors, the terror of quacks: Come all ye quack bards, and ye quacking divines, Come, and dance on the spot where your tyrant reclines : When satire and censure encircled his throne, I fear’d for your safety, I fear'd for my own; But now he is gone, and we want a detector, Our Doddst shall be pious, our Kenricks shall lecture;
* Vide page 111.
+ The Rev. Dr. William Dodd. + Dr. Kenrick, who read lectures at the Devil Tavern, under the title of " The School of Shakspeare." (For an account of whom, see Life, ch. viii)
Macpherson* write bombast, and call it a style,
Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can,
first line :
* James Macpherson, Esq , who lately from the mere force of his style, wrote down the first poet of all antiquity. [This alludes to his prose translation of Homer, which has hapn wholly and deservedly neglected.]