The master of the St. James's Coffee-house, where the Doctor, and the friends he has characterd in this poem, held an occasional club.

Doctor Barnard, Dean of Derry in Ireland, author of many ingenious pieces.

: Mr. Edmund Burke, member for Wendover, and one of the greatest orators in this kingdom.. Mr. William Burke, late Secretary to General Conway, and member for Bedwin.

Mr. Richard Burke, Collector of Grenada, no less remarkable in the walks of wit and humour n his brother Edmund Burke is justly distinguished in all the branches of useful and polite literature

Our Cumberland's sweet-bread its place shall The pupil of impulse, it forc'd him along, plain; His conduct still right, with his argument

obtain,

And + Douglas is pudding substantial and
Our ↑ Garrick's a salad, for in him we see
Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree:
To make out the dinner full certain I am
That § Ridge is anchovy, and

lamb,

Reynolds is

That ** Hickey's a capon; and by the same rule
Magnanimous Goldsmith a gooseberry fool:
At a dinner so various, at such a repast,
Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the last?
Here, waiter, more wine, let me sit while I'm
able,

Till all my companions sink under the table;
Then with chaos and blunders encircling my
head

Letine ponder, and tell what I think of the dead.

Here lies the good Dean, re-united to earth, 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,
L'em.
That sly-boots was cursedly cunning to hide
Here lies our good Edmund, whose genias
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 man-
kind:

Tho' fraught with all learning, yet straining his

throat

a vote;

To persuade ++TommyTownshend to lend him [refining, Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining;

sigh at,

Alas, that such frolic should now be so quiet!
What spirits were his, what wit and what whim,
Now breaking a jest, and now breaking a limb
Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the
ball,

Now teasing and rexing, yet laughing at all!
In short, so provoking a devil was Dick,
That we wish'd him full ten times a day at
Old Nick;

But, missing his mirth and agreeable vein,
As often we wish'd to have Dick back again.

The Terence of England, the mender of hear
Here Cumberland lies, having acted his par
A flattering painter, who made it his care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they a
His gallants are all faultless, his women divi
And comedy wonders at being so fine;
Like a tragedy queen he has dizen'd her out,
Or rather like tragedy giving a rout.
His fools have their follies so lost in a crow.
Of virtues and feelings, thal folly grows pte
And coxcombs alike in their failings alone,
Adopting his portraits are pleas'd with

own.

Say, where has our poet this malady caugh Or wherefore his characters thus without Say, was it, that vainly directing his view To find out men's virtues, and finding them Quite sick of pursuing each troublesome Tho' equal to all things, for all things unfit, He grew lazy at last, and drew from hims Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit: Here Douglas retires from his toils to re For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient; The scourge of impostors, the terror of que And too fond of the right to pursue the expe-Come, all ye quack bards, and ye qua

dient.

[Sir,

In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd or in place.
To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Here lies honest William, whose heart was
mint,

a

While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't;

I

divines,

Come and dance on the spot where your
[recia
When Satire and Censure encircled his th
fear'd for your safety, I fear'd for my ou
But now he is gone, and we want a detec
Our Dodds shall be pious, or Kenricks
lecture;

*Author of the West Indian, Fashionable Lover, the Brothers, and other dramatic pieces. + Doctor Douglas, Canon of Windsor, an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who has no less de guished himself as a Citizen of the World, than a sound Critic, in detecting several literary mist or rather forgeries, of his countrymen; particularly Lauder on Milton, and Bower's History Popes.

David Garrick, Esq. joint Patentee and acting Manager of the Theatre Royal Drury-lant Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar, the relish of whose ag and pointed conversation is admitted, by all his acquaintance, to be very properly compared above sauce. Sir Johua Reynolds, Í'resident of the Royal Academy." *** An eminent A ++ Mr. T. Townshend, member for Whitchurch.

¶Mr. Richard Burke. This gentleman having slightly fractured one of his arms and legs at times, the Doctor has rallied him on those accidents, as a kind of retributive justice for breas jests upon other people

Macphe

compile;

Macpherson write bombast, and call it a style; Here Reynolds is laid; and to tell you my Our Townshend make speeches; and I shall He has not left a wiser or better behind: [mind, [over, His pencil was striking, resistless, and grands New Lauders and Bowers the Tweed shall cross His manners were gentle, complying, and bland; No countryman living their tricks to discover: Still born to improve us in every part, Detection her taper shall quench to a spark, His pencil our faces, his manners our hearts And Scotchman meet Scotchman and cheat in To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering, the dark. When they judg'd without skill he was still hard of hearing;

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,

When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregios, and stuff,

He shifted his trumpet, and only took snuff

LINES from Dr. BARNARD, Dean of Derry, to Dr. GOLDSMITH and Mr. CUMBERLAND.

us so merry,

The man had his failings, a dupe to his art; Like an ill-judging beauty his colours he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. DEAR Noll and dear Dick, since you've made On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; [Derry! Twas only that when he was off he was acting; Accept the best thanks of the poor Dean of With no reason on earth to go out of his way, Tho'l here must confess that your meat and He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day; your wine [very fine; Tho' secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick Are not quite to my taste, tho' they're both f they were not his own by finessing and trick; For sherry's a liquor monastic, you own; le cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, Now there's nothing I hate so-as drinking For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.

Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what

came,

alone:

It may do for your monks, or your curates and
vicars;
[quors.
But, for my part, I'm fond of more sociable li-
Your venison's delicious, tho' too sweet your
Sed non ego maculis offendar paucis. [dish up,

sauce is

nd the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; ill his relish grown callous, almost to disease, hopepper'd the highest was sure best to please. at let us be candid, and speak out our mind, So soon as you please, you may serve me your dunces applauded, he paid them in kind. But instead of your sherry pray make me a e Kenricks, ye Kellys, and Woodfalls so grave, bishop! 'hat a commerce was yours, while you got and you gave!

ow did Grub-street re-echo the shouts that] you rais'd,

On Dr. GOLDSMITH's Characteristicul
Cookery. A Jeu d'Esprit.
By DAVID GARRICK, Esq.
ARE these the choice dishes the Doctor has

sent us?

fus?

[prais'd! hile he was be-Roscius'd, and you were beit peace to his spirit, wherever it flies, Fact as an angel, and mix with the skies! lose poets who owe their best fame to his skill, Is this the great poet whose works so content all still be his flatterers, go where he will;This Goldmith's fine feast, who has written Shakspeare receive him with praise and with love,

id slander itself must allow him good nature:

[thumper;

fine books?

[cooks.

Heaven sends us good meat-but the Devil sends

cherish'd his friend, and he relish'd a HERE, Hermes, says Jove, who with nectar bumper; t one fault he had; and that one was a Go fetch me some clay-I will make an odd haps you may ask if the man was a miser? Right or wrong shall be jumbled-much gold aswer, No, no, for he always was wiser: [he cross. > courteous, perhaps, or obligingly flat? Without cause be he pleas'd, without cause be very worst foe can't accuse him of that. Be sure, as I work, to throw in contradictions; haps he confided in men as they go, A great love of truth, yet a mind turn'd to d so was too foolishly honest?—Ah no! fictions: en what was his failing? come tell it, and burn ve,

Now mix these ingredients, which, warm'd in the baking, [raking. was, could be help it? a special attorney. Turn to learning, and gaming, religion, and Sir Joshua Reynolds was so remarkably deaf as to be under the necessity of using an ear-trumpet ompany.

With the love of a wench, let his writings be!" But who hath eyes to trace the passing wind? chaste; [with fine taste; "How then thy fairy footreps can I find? Tip his tongue with strange matter, his pen " Dost thou, bewilder'd, wander all alone That the rake and the poet o'er all may prevail, "In the green thicket of a my stone; Set fire to the head, and set fire to the tail: "Or tumbled from the toadstool's slipper For the joy of each sex, on the world I'll be- ** round, [group stow it, [and Poet: Perhaps, all maim'd, le proveling on is This Scholar, Rake, Christian, Dupe, Gamester," Dost thou imbosom'd in the lovely rose, Tho' a mixture so odd, he shall merit great" Or sunk within the peach's down, repos fame, [his name!" Within the king-cup if thy limbs arespa And among brother mortals-be GOLDSMITH" Or in the golden cowslip's velvet head, When on earth this strange meteor no more "O shew me. Flora, 'midst those free "flow'r

[here!

shall appear, Пbow You, Hermes, shall fetch him to make us sport" Where sleeps my Grildrig in this ing "But, ah! I fear thy little fancy roves "On little females, and on little loves,

The Lamentation of GLUMDALCLITCH for the Thy pigmy childsen, and thy tiny sponte, Loss of GRILDRIG.

A Pastoral...

GAY.

Soon as Glumdalelitch miss'd her pleasing

care,

The baby playthings that adorn thy hou "Doors, windows, chimneys, and the spac

"rooms,

"Equal in size to cells of honey-combs. She wept, she blubber'd, and she tore her hair." Hast thou for these now ventur'd from No British miss sincerer grief has known, "shore,

Her squirrel missing, or her sparrow flown. "Thy bark a bean-shell, and a straw thre
She furl'd her sampler, and haul'd in her thread," Or, in thy box now bounding on the r
And stuck her needle into Grildrig's bed; "Shall I ne'er bear thyself and house aga
Then spread her hands, and with a bounce let" And shall I set thee on my hand no
Her baby, like the giant in Guildhall. [fall" To see thee leap the lines, and travers
In peals of thunder now she roars, and now "My spacious palm? of stature scarce a
She gently whimpers like a lowing cow;
Yet lovely in her sorrow still appears:
Her locks dishevell'd, and her flood of tears,
Seem like the lofty barn of some rich swain,
When from the thatch drips fast a show'r of
rain.

In vain she search'd each cranny of the house,
Each gaping chink impervious to a mouse.
"Was it for this (she cried) with daily care
"Within thy reach I set the vinegar,
"And fill'd the cruet with the acid tide,
"While pepper-water worms thy bait supplied,
"Were twin'd the silver eel around thy hook,.
"And all the little monsters of the brook?
"Sure in that lake he dropp'd: my Grilly's
"drown'd."

She dragg'd the cruet, but no Grildrig found,
"Vain is thy courage, Grilly, vain thy boast:
But little creatures enterprise the most.
"Trembling I've seen thee dare the kitten's
[raw,

" paw,
Nay mix with children as they play'd at
"Nor fear'd the marbles as they bounding flew;
"Marbles to them, but rolling rocks to you,

"Why did I trust thee with that giddy youth? "Who from a page can ever learn the truth? "Vers'd in coart-tricks, that money-loving boy "To some lord's daughter sold the living toy; "Or rent him limb from limb, in cruel play, "As children tear the wings of flies away. "From place to place o'er Brobdignag I'll roam, "And never will return, or bring thee home. Supposed sorrel. Parsley.

• Vulgo, salary.

Mimic the actions of a real man? "No more behold thee turn my watch's i "As seamen at a capstern anchors weigh "How wast thou wont to walk with c

<«< tread,

"A dish of tea, like milk-pail, on thy ha "How chase the mite that bore thy an

"away,

"And keep the rolling maggot at a bay!”
She said; but broken accents stopp'd bet va
Soft as the speaking trumpet's mellow ar
She sobb'd a storm, and wip'd her flowings
Which seem'd like two broad suns in mistys
O squander not thy grief; those tears com
To weep upon our cod in Newfoundlan
The plenteous pickle shall preserve the st
And Europe taste thy sorrows in a dish.

A Receipt for stewing Keal.
TAKE a knuckle of real;

You may but it or steal;
In a few pieces cut it,
In a stewing pan put it,
Salt, pepper, and mace

Must season this knuckle;
Then what's join'd to a place,

With other herbs muckle; That which kill'd king↑ Will; And what never stands still. Some sprigs of that bed Where children are bred;

Gu

This is by Dr. Bentley thought to be time or th Vide Chamberlayne.