RETALIATION. Or old, when Searron 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 orgeries) 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 To make out the dinner, full certain I am, Here lies the good Dean, reunited to earth, 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-boots was cursedly emmning to hide 'em. Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, David Garrick, Esq. † Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar. ↑ Sir Joshua Reynolds. Vide page 111. § An eminent attorney. Vide 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 neglect 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,† whose heart was a mint, His conduct still right, with his argument wrong; The coachman was tipsy, the chariot drove home: Would ask for his merits? alas! he had none; you What was good was spontaneous, his faults were his own. Here lies honest Richard, whose fate I must sigh at: What spirits were his! what wit and what whim! Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball! In short, so provoking a devil was Dick, That we wish'd him full ten times a day at Old Nick; * Mr. Thomas Townshend, member for Whitchurch. [Afterwards Lord Sydney.] + Vide page 111. 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, Like a tragedy queen he has dizen'd her out, His fools have their follies so lost in a crowd Here Douglas retires from his toils to relax, 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, Our Townshend make speeches, and I shall compile ; And Scotchman meet Scotchman, and cheat in the dark. Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, way, He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day: He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back. 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 been wholly and deservedly neglected.] |