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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.

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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,
And † Dick with his pepper shall heighten their favour :
Our Cumberland's sweet-bread its place shall obtain,
And || Douglas is pudding, fubftantial and plain :
Our Garrick's a sallad, for in him we fee
Oil, vinegar, sugar, and faltness agree :
To make out the dinner full certain I am,
That q Ridge is anchovy, and ** Reynolds is lamb;
That tt Hickey's a capon, and by the same rule,
Magnanimous Goldsmith a goofberry fool.
At a dinner so various, at such a repast,
Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the lait ?


* 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,
'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 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,
While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't;
The pupil of impuise, it forc'd him along,
His conduct ftill right, with his argument wrong;
Still aiming at honour, yet fearing to roam,
The coachman was tipsy, the chariot drove home;


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;
Alas that such frolic Mould now be fo quiet !
What spirits 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 tearing and vexing, yet laughing at all !
In short fo provoking a devil was Dick,
That we wilu'd him full ten times a day at old nick;
But, milling his mirth and agreeable vein,
As often we wish d to have Dick back again.


Here I Cumberland lies, having acted his parts,
The Terence of England, the mender of heaits;
A fattering painter, who made it bis care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are,
His, gallants are all faultless his won en divine,
And comedy wonders at being so fine;

This gen

* 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.

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