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Ab, no! to distant climes, a dreary scene, Where half the convex world intrudes between, Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they
Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
Where the dark scorpion gathers death around,
While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies,
That call'd them from their native walks away; When the poor exiles, ev'ry pleasure past, Hang round the bow'rs, and fondly look'd their last,
And took a long farewel, and wish'd in vain For seats like these beyond the western main; And shudd'ring still to face the distant deep, Return'd and wept, and still return'd to
The good old sire the first prepar'd to go
And bless'd the cot where every pleasure rose; And kiss'd her thoughtless babes with many a tear,
And clasp'd them close, in sorrow doubly dear; Whilst her fond husband strove to lend relief In all the silent manliness of grief.
That idly waiting flaps with every gale,
Thou guide, by which the nobler arts excel,
Though very poor, may still be very blest;
The title and nature of this Poem shew that it owed its birth to some preceding circumstances of festive aneniment, which from the wit of the company, and the very ingenious author's peculiar ouditie, were probably cuivenci by some strokes of humour. This piece was only intended for the Doctor's private amusement, and that of the particular friends who were its subject; and he unfortunately did not live to revise, or even finish it, in the manner which lie intended. The public have, however, already shewn how much they were pleased with its appearance, even in its present state.
Or old, when Scarron his companions invited, Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united;
If our landlord * supplies us with beef and with fish,
Let each guest bring himself, and he brings the best dish:
Our Dean + shall be venison, just fresh from the plains;
Our Burke † shall be tongue, with a garnish of brains;
Our Will § shall be wild-fowl, of excellent fla
Magnanimous Goldsmith a gooseberry fool:
Till all my companions sink under the table;
And Dick with his pepper shall heighten Then with chaos and blunders encircling my their savour;
Our Cumberland's sweet-bread its place shall obtain,
And Douglas ** is pudding substantial and plain;
Our Garrick's †† a salad, for in him we see
Let me ponder, and tell what I think of the dead.
Author of the West Indian, Fashionable Lover, the Brothers, and other dramatic pieces.
** Dr. Douglas, Canon of Windsor, an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who has no less distinguished himself as a citizen of the world, than a sound critic, in detecting several literary|| Royal Academy. mistakes, or rather forgeries, of his country
longing to the Irish bar, the relish of whose Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman beby all his acquaintance to be very properly agreeable and pointed conversation is admitted compared to the above sauce.
§§ Sir Joshua Reynolds, President of the
Au eminent attorney.
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 straining his throat
The pupil of impulse, it fore'd him along,
Still aiming at honour, yet fearing to roam, The coachman was tipsy, the chariot drove home:
Would you ask for his merits, alas! he had none;
What was good was spontaneous, his faults were his own.
To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him
Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining,
And thought of convincing while they thought
Tho' equal to all things, for all things unfit,
And too fond of the right to pursue the expe-
In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd or in place,
To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a
Here lies honest William, whose heart was a mint,
While the owner ne'er knew half the good that Say, was it that villainy directing his view To find out men's virtues, and finding them few,
Quite sick of pursuing each troublesome elf,
Here lies honest Richard, whose fate I must 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; t
Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the
Now teasing and vexing, yet laughing at all!
*Mr. T. Townshend, Member for Whitechurch.
+Mr. Richard Burke. This gentleman having slightly fractured one of his arms and legs at different times, the Doctor has rallied him on those accidents as a ad of retributive justice for breaking his jests upon other people.
But, missing his mirth and agreeable vein,
Here Cumberland lies, having acted his
The Terence of England, the mender of hearts;
A flattering painter who made it his care
His gallants are all faultless, his women di-
And comedy wonders at being so fine;
His fools have their follies so lost in a crowd
And coxcombs alike in their failings alone,
Say, where has our poet this malady caught, Or wherefore his characters thus without. fault?
Here Douglas retires from his toils to relax, The scourge of impostors, the terror of quacks;
Come, all ye quack bards, and ye quacking divines,
Come and dance on the spot where your tyrant
When Satire and Censure encircled bis throne,
Our Townshend make speeches; and I shall
New Lauders and Bowers the Tweed shall
No countryman living their tricks to discover:
Here lies David Garrick, describe him who can?
An abridgement of all that was pleasant in
As an actor, confest without rival to shine,