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Dr. Gotdfmith and some of his friends occasionally dineu at the St. James's coffee-house. One day it was proposed to write epitaphs on him. His country, dialeit, and perfon, furnished subjects of witticism. He was called on for RETALIATION, and at their next meeting, produced the following puen.
Fold, wben Scarron his companions invited,
united ; If our* landlord fupplies us with beef and with fish, Let'each gueft bring himself, and he brings the best dish: Our + dean fhall be venison, just fresh from the plains ; Our † Burke shall be tongue, with a garnish of brains ;
* The master of the St. James's coffee-house where the doctor, and the friends he has characterized in this poem, occasionally dined.
+ Doctor Barnard, dean of Derry in Ireland.
| Mr. Edmund Burke, member for Wendover, and one of the greatest orators in this Kingdom.
Our * Will shall be wild fowl, of excellent flavour,
* Mr William Burke, late secretary 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 Windsor, an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who has no less distinguished himself as a citizen of the world, than a found critic, in detecting several literary mistakes (or rather forgeries) of his countrymen ; particularly Lauder on Milton, and Bower's History of the Popes,
$ David Garrick, Esq; joint patentee, and acting manager of the Theatre-royal, Drury-lane.
9 Connfellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar; the relish of whose conversation was juftly compared to an anchovy.
** Sir Joshua Reynolds, president of the Royal Acader:y.
tt An eminent attorney.
Here, waiter, more wine, let me fit while I'm able,
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 some have declar'd, and it can't be deny'd 'em, That Ny-boots was cursedly cunning to hide 'em.
Here lies our good + Edmund, whose genius was
fuch, 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. Tho' fraught with all learning, yet ftraining his throat, To persuade + Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, Atill 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 disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, fir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
* Vide page 199. † Vide page 1990
Mr T. Townhend, member for Whitechurch.
Here lies honest * William, whose heart was a mint,
ask for his merits? alas! he had none; What was good was fpontaneous, his faults were his
Here lies honest Richard whose fate I must sigh at;
Here I Cumberland lies, having acted his parts,
* Vide page 200.
+ Mr Richard Burke ; vide page 200. tleman having Nightly fractured one of his arms and legs, at different times, the doctor has rallied him on those accidents, as a kind of retributive justice for breaking his jests on other people.
# Vide page 200.