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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 fome have declar'd, and it can't bedeny'd 'em, That Ny-boots was curfedly cunning to hide 'em.
Here lies our good † Edmund, whose genius was
fuch, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much
1; 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 itraining 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, unemployd, or in place, fir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Vide page 199. + Vide page 199 | Mr T. Townshend, member for Whitechurch.
Here lies honeft * 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 still right, with his argument wrong ; Still aiming at honour, 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
Here lies honest Richard whose fate I must sigh at ; Alas that such frolic Mould now be fo quiet ! What fpirits 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 teazing 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 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 jefts on other people.
I Vide page 200.
Like a tragedy queen he has dizend them out,
grew lazy at lart, and drew for himself?
Here * Douglas retires from his toils to relax,
* Vide page 200.
+ The Rev. Dr. Dodd. # Mr. Kenrick lately read lectures at the Devil tavern, under the title of " The School of Shakespeare'
ll James Macpherson, Esq; who lately, from the mere force of his style, wrote down the first poet of all antie quity, * Vide page 2oo.
Vide page 200
Detection her taper shall quench to a spark,
Here lies * David Garrick, describe him who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man; As an actor, confest without rival to shine ; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line : Yet, with talents like these, 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 beplaster'd, with rouge, his own natural red. On the itage he was natural, simple, 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' secure 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 whistle them
* Vide page 200:
+ Vide page 203: I Mr. High Kelly, author of Falle Delicacy, Word to the wise, Clementina, School for wiies, &e.
|| Mr. William Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle,
How did Grub-street re-echo the shouts that you rais'd,
Here * Hickey reclines, a moft blunt pleasant crea
ture, And slander itself muft allow him good nature : He cherish'd his friend and he relith'd a bumper; Yet one fault he had and that one was a thumper. Perhaps you may ask if the man was a miser; I answer, no, no, for he always was wiser. Too courteous perhaps, or obligingly flat? His very worst foe can't accuse him of that: Perhaps he confided in men as they go, And so was too foolituly honeft ? ah no! Then what was his failing ? come tell it, and burn ye, He was, could he help it? a special attorney.
Here I Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser, or better behind ; His pencil was striking, refiftless 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.