*Macpherson write bombast, and call it a style, Our Townshend make speeches,and I shall compile; New Lauders and Bowers the Tweed shall cross over, No countryman living their tricks to discover; And Scotchman meet Scotchman, and cheat in the dark. Here lies §David Garrick ; describe me, who can, An abridgement of all that was pleasant in man; As an actor, confessed 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 ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplastered with rouge his own natural red. On the stage 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 turned and he varied full ten times a day: Though secure of our hearts, yet, confoundedly sick, If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew, when he pleased, he could whistle them back. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallowed what came, And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; * James Macpherson, esq. who lately, from the mere force of his style, wrote down the first poet of all antiquity. † Vide page 69. Vide page 68. § Vide page 68. Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, [ed! To act as an angel, and mix with the skies: * Vide page 71. Mr. Hugh Kelly, author of False Delicacy, Word to the Wise, Clementina, School for Wives, &c., &c. Mr. William Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle. § Vide page 69. G Then what was his failing? come tell it, and burn ye, He was, could he help it? a special attorney. Here *Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart: When they talked of their Raphaels, Corregios, and POSTSCRIPT‡ Here Whitefoord reclines, and deny it who can, Though he merrily lived, he is now a §grave man ; Rare compound of oddity, frolic and fun! Who relished a joke, and rejoiced in a pun ; Whose temper was generous, open, sincere ; A stranger to flattery, a stranger to fear; Who scattered around wit and humour at will; Whose daily bon mots half a column might fill; * Vide page 69. Sir Joshua Reynolds was so remarkably deaf, as to be under the necessity of using an ear trumpet in company. After the fourth edition of Retaliation was printed, the publisher received the above epitaph on Mr. Caleb Whitefoord, from a friend of the late Doctor Goldsmith. § Mr. W. was so notorious a punster, that Dr. Goldsmith used to say it was impossible to keep him company, without being infected with the itch of punning.. A Scotchman, from pride and from prejudice free; A scholar, yet surely no pedant was he. What pity, alas! that so liberal a mind Should so long be to newspaper essays confined! Ye newspaper witlings! ye pert scribbling folks! This debt to thy memory I cannot refuse, "Thou best humoured man with the worst humoured muse." * Mr. H. S. Woodfall, printer of the Public Advertiser. ↑ Mr. Whitefoord frequently indulged the town with humour⚫us pieces under those titles in the Public Advertiser., DESCRIPTION OF AN AUTHOR'S BED-CHAMBER. WHERE the Red Lion staring o'er the way, Regale the drabs and bloods of Drury-lane : The morn was cold; he views with keen desire The rusty grate unconscious of a fire: With beer and milk arrears the frieze was scored, And five cracked tea-cups dressed the chimney board; A night-cap decked his brows instead of bay; A cap by night-a stocking all the day! |