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“ And love is still an emptier sound,
The modern fair-one's jest: On Earth unseen, or only found
To warm the turtle's nest.
Till, quite dejected with my scorn,
· For shame, fond youth, thy sorrows hush,
And spurn the sex," he said: But while he spoke, a rising blush
His lovelorn guest betray'd.
Surpris'd he sees new beauties rise,
Swist mantling to the view; Like colors o'er the morning skies,
As bright, as transient too.
The bashful look, the rising breast,
Alternate spread alarms: The lovely stranger stands confest,
A maid in all her charms.
· And, ah! forgive a stranger rude,
A wretch forlorn," she cried ; “ Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude
Where Heav'n and you reside.
“But let a maid thy pity share,
Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair
Companion of her way.
My father liv'd beside the Tyne,
A wealthy lord was he ; And all his wealth was mark'd as mine,
He had but only me.
“ To win me from his tender arms
Unnumber'd suitors came, Who prais'd me for imputed charms,
And felt, or feign'd a flame.
“ Each hour a mercenary crowd
With richest proffers strove; Among the rest young Edwin bow'd,
But never talk'd of love.
“ In humble, simplest habit clad,
No wealth or pow'r had he; Wisdom and worth were all he had,
But these were all to me.
“And when, beside me in the dale,
He carol'd lays of love, His breath lent fragrance to the gale,
And music to the grove.
He left me to my pride;
In secret, where he died.
“But mine the sorrow, mine the fault,
And well my life shall pay;
And stretch me where he lay.
“And there forlorn, despairing, hid,
I'll lay me down and die;
And so for him will I."
“ Forbid it, Heav'n !" the hermit cried,
And clasp'd her to his breast :
'Twas Edwin's self that prest.
“Turn, Angelina, ever dear,
My charmer, turn to see
Restor'd to love and thee.
“ Thus let me hold thee to my heart,
And ev'ry care resign:
My life-my all that's mine?
“No, never, from this hour to part,
We'll live and love so true,
Shall break thy Edwin's too."
Of 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: Ourdeant shall be ven’son, just fresh from the plains; Our Burket shall be longue, with the garnish of
* The master of St. James's coffee house, where the Doctor, and the friends he has characterized in this Poem, occasionally dined.
† Dr. Barnard, Dean of Derry, in Ireland. | Mr. Edmund Burke.
Our Will* shall be wild fowl, of excellent flavor; Still aiming at honor, yet fearing to roam,
Would you ask for his merits ? alas! he had none; Our Cumberland'sť sweet-bread its place shall What was good was spontaneous, his faults were his obtain ;
own. And Douglas ø is pudding, substantial and plain: Here lies honest Richard,* whose fate I must Our Garrick 's || a salad ; for in him we see
sigh at; Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree:
Alas! that such frolic should now be so quiet: To make out the dinner, full certain I am What spirits were his! whạt wit and what whim, That Ridge is anchovy, and Reynolds** is lamb; Now breaking a jest, and now breaking a limb! That Hickey'stt a capon; and, by the same rule, Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball! Magnanimous Goldsmith, a gooseberry fool. Now teasing and vexing, yet laughing at all! At a dinner so various, at such a repast,
In short, so provoking a devil was Dick, Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the last? That we wish'd him full ten times a day at old Nick; Here, waiter, more wine, let me sit while I'm able, But, missing his mirth and agreeable vein, Till all my companions sink under the table; As often we wish'd to have Dick back again. Then, with chaos and blunders encircling my head, Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, Let me ponder, and tell what I think of the dead. The Terence of England, the mender of hearts;
Here lies the good dean, reunited to earth, A flattering painter, who made it his care Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. mirth;
His gallants are all faultless, his women divine, If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt, And Comedy wonders at being so fine: At least in six weeks I could not find them out; Like a tragedy queen he has dizen'd her out, Yet some have declar'd, and it can't be denied 'em, Or rather like Tragedy giving a rout. That sly-boots was cursedly cunning to hide 'em. His fools have their follies so lost in a crowd Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was of virtues and feelings, that folly grows proud ; such,
And coxcombs, alike in their failings, alone, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Adopting his portraits, are pleas'd with their own Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, Say, where has our poet this malady caught? And to party gave up what was meant for mankind; Or wherefore his characters thus without fault? Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his Say, was it that vainly directing his view throat
To find out men's virtues, and finding them few, To persuade Tommy Townshend ft to lend him a Quite sick of pursuing each troublesome elf, vote ;
He grew lazy at last, and drew from himself? Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on re Here Douglas relires from his toils to relax, fining,
The scourge of impostors, the terror of quacks : And thought of convincing, while they thought of Come, all ye quack bards, and ye quacking divines, dining;
Come, and dance on the spot where your tyrant reThough equal to all things, for all things unfit ;
clines : Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; When satire and censure encircled his throne; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient; I fear'd for your safety, I fear'd for my own : And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. But now he is gone, and we want a detector, In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Our Doddst shall be pious, our Kenricks I shall sir,
lecture; To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor. Macpherson 5 write bombast, and call it a style ; Here lies honest William, whose heart was a Our Townshend make speeches, and I shall compile; mint,
New Lauders and Bowers the Tweed shall cross While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was
No countryman living their tricks to discover; The pupil of impulse, it forc'd him along, Detection her taper shall quench to a spark, His conduct still right, with his argument wrong; And Scotchman meet Scotchman, and cheat in the
Here lies David Garrick, describe him who can, * Mr. William Burke, Secretary to General Conway, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man: and Member for Bedwin.
As an actor, confest without rival to shine ; † Mr. Richard Burke, Collector of Grenada.
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line ! | Mr. Richard Cumberland, author of the West-Indian, Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, Fashionable Lover, The Brothers, and other dramatic The man had his failings—a dupe to his art. pieces.
$ Dr. Douglas, Bishop of Salisbury, who no less distin. guished himself as a citizen of the world, than a sound Mr. Richard Burke. This gentleman having slightly critic, in detecting several literary mistakes (or rather fractured one of his arms and legs, at different times, the forgeries) of his countrymen; particularly Lauder on Doctor has rallied him on those accidents, as a kind of Milton, and Bower's History of the Popes.
retributive justice for breaking his jests upon other | David Garrick, Esq.
people. 1 Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the † The Rev. Dr. Dodd. Irish bar.
Dr. Kenrick, who read lectures at the Devil Tavern, ** Sir Joshua Reynolds.
under the title of The School of Shakspeare. tt An eminent attorney.
§ James Macpherson, Esq. who, from the mere force of Mr. T. Townshend, Member for Whitchurch. his style, wrote down the first poet of all antiquity.
Like an ill-judging beauty, his colors he spread, Then what was his failing ? come, tell it, and burn And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red.
ye, On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; He was, could he help it? a special attorney. 'Twas only that when he was off he was acting. Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, With no reason on earth to go out of his way, He has not left a wiser or better behind : He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day: His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand, Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; If they were not his own by finessing and trick: Still born to improve us in every part, He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart : For he knew when he pleas’d he could whistle them To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering, back.
When they judgd without skill he was still hard of of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came,
hearing; And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggios, and Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease,
stuff, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please. He shifted his trumpet, and only took snuff. But let us be candid, and speak out our mind, If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind. Ye Kenricks, ye Kellys,* and Woodfallst SO grave,
STANZAS ON WOMAN. What a commerce was yours, while you got and
FROM THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD. you gave! How did Grub-street re-echo the shouts that you When lovely woman stoops to folly, rais'd,
And finds too late that men betray, While he was be-Roscius'd, and you were beprais'd! What charm can soothe her melancholy, But peace to his spirit, wherever it flies,
What art can wash her guilt away?
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from ev'ry eye, Old Shakspeare receive him with praise and with love,
To give repentance to her lover, And Beaumonts and Bens be his Kellys above.
And wring his bosom-is, to die. Here Hickey reclines, a most blunt pleasant
Still importunate and vain,
To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the past 10 pain;
Thou, like the world, th' opprest oppressing, And so was too foolishly honest? Ah, no!
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe! And he who wants each other blessing,
In thee must ever find a foe.
* Mr. Hugh Kelly, author of False Delicacy, A Word to the Wise, Clementina, School for Wives, &c. &c.
† Mr. W. Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle.
1 Sir Joshua Reynolds was so remarkably deaf as to be under the necessity of using an ear-trumpet in company
Samuel Johnson, a writer of great eminence, thirteen nights, but has never since appeared on was born in 1709 at Litchfield, in which city his the theatre : Johnson, in fact, found that he was not father was a petly bookseller. After a desultory formed to excel on the stage, and made no further course of school-education, it was proposed to him, trials. by Mr. Corbet, a neighboring gentleman, that he His periodical paper, entitled The Rambler," should accompany his own son to Oxford as his appeared in March 1750, and was continued till companion ; accordingly, in his nineteenth year, he March 1752. The solemnity of this paper prewas elected a commoner of Pe broke College. vented it at first from attaining an extensive cir. From young Corbet's departure, he was left to culation; but after it was collected into volumes, it struggle with penury till he had completed a resi. continually rose in the public esteem, and the author dence of three years, when he quilted Oxford had the satisfaction of seeing a tenth edition. The without taking a degree. His father died, in very “ Adventurer,” conducted by Dr. Hawkesworth, narrow circumstances, soon after his return from the succeeded the Rambler, and Johnson contributed university; and for some time he attempted to gain several papers of his own writing. In 1755, the a maintenance by some literary projects. At length, first edition of his “ Dictionary" made its appearin 1735, he thought proper to marry a widow twice ance. It was received by the public with general his own age, and far from attractive, either in her applause, and its author was ranked among the person or manners. By the aid of her fortune he greatest benefactors of his native tongue. Modern was enabled to set up a school for instruction in Latin accuracy, however, has given an insight into its and Greek, but the plan did not succeed; and after defects; and though it still stands as the capital a year's experiment, he resolved to try his fortune work of the kind in the language, its authority as a in the great metropolis. Garrick, afterwards the standard is somewhat depreciated. Upon the last celebrated actor, had been one of his pupils, accom- illness of his aged mother, in 1759, for the purpose panied by whom he arrived in London ; Johnson of paying her a visit, and defraying the expense of having in his pocket his unfinished tragedy of Irene. her funeral, he wrote his romance of Rasselas,
The first notice which he drew from the judges Prince of Abyssinia," one of his most splendid perof literary merit, was by the publication of “ London, formances, elegant in language, rich in imagery, a Poem,” in imitation of Juvenal's third salire. and weighty in sentiment. Its views of human life The manly vigor, and strong painting, of this per- are, indeed, deeply tinged with the gloom that overformance, placed it high among works of its kind, shadowed the author's mind ; nor can it be praised though it must be allowed, that its censure is coarse for moral effect. and exaggerated, and that it ranks rather as a party, Soon after the accession of George III., a than as a moral poem. It was published in 1738. grant of a pension of 3001. per annum was made For some years Johnson is chiefly to be traced in him by His Majesty during the ministry of Lord the pages of the Gentleman's Magazine, then con- Bute. A short struggle of repugnance to accept a ducted by Cave; and it was for this work that he favor from the House of Hanover was overcome gratified the public with some extraordinary pieces by a sense of the honor and substantial benefit conof eloquence which he composed under the disguise ferred by it, and he became that character, a pene of debates in the senate of Liliput, meaning the sioner, on which he had bestowed a sarcastic defiBritish parliament. He likewise wrote various nition in his Dictionary. Much obloquy attended biographical articles for the same miscellany, of this circumstance of his life, which was enhanced which the principal and most admired was "The when he published, in several of his productions, Life of Savage."
arguments which seemed directly to oppose the The plan of his English Dictionary was laid be- rising spirit of liberty. fore the public in a letter addressed to Lord Ches- A long-promised edition of Shakspeare appeared terfield in 1747. In the same year he furnished in 1765; but though ushered in by a preface writGarrick with a prologne on the opening of Drury- ten with all the powers of his masterly pen, the lane theatre, which in sense and poetry has not a edition itself disappointed those who expected much competitor among compositions of this class, except from his ability to elucidate the obscurities of the ing Pope's prologue to Cato. Another imitation great dramatist. A tour to the Western Islands of of Juvenal, entitled “The Vanity of Human Scotland in 1773, in which he was attended by his Wishes," was printed in 1749, and may be said to enthusiastic admirer and obsequious friend, James reach the sublime of ethical poetry, and to stand at Boswell, Esq. was a remarkable incident of his life. the head of classical imitations. The same year. considering that a strong antipathy to the natives of under the auspices of Garrick, brought on the stage that country had long been conspicuous in his conof Drury-lane his tragedy of Irene.” It ran versation. But when, two years afterwards, he
published the account of his tour, under the title of symptoms, followed; and such was the tenacity with “ A Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland,” which he clung to life, that he expressed a great more candor and impartiality were found in it, desire to seek for amendment in the climate of than had been expected. In 1775, he was gratified, Italy. Still unable to reconcile himself to the through the interest of Lord North, with the degree thought of dying, he said 10 the surgeon who was of Doctor of Laws, from the University of Oxford. making slight scarifications in his swollen legs, He had some years before received the same honor Deeper! deeper! I want length of life, and you from Dublin, but did not then choose to assume the are afraid of giving me pain, which I do not title. His last literary undertaking was the con- value.” The closing scene took place on Decem sequence of a request from the London booksellers, ber 13, 1785, in the 76th year of his age. His re who had engaged in an edition of the principal mains, attended by a respectable concourse of English poets, and wished to prefix to each a bio- friends, were interred in Westminster Abbey; and a graphical and critical preface from his hand. This monumental statue has since been placed to his he undertook; and though he will generally be memory in St. Paul's cathedral. His works were thought to have labored under strong prejudices published collectively in eleven volumes, 8vo., with in composing the work, its style will be found, in a copious life of the author, by Sir John Hawkins. great measure, free from the stiffness and turgidity A new edition, in twelve volumes, with a life, was which marked his earlier compositions.
given by Arthur Murphy. Of the conversations. The concluding portion of Dr. Johnson's life and oral dictates of Johnson, a most copious rol. was saddened by a progressive decline of health, lection has been published in the very entertaining and by the prospect of approaching death, which volumes of Mr. Boswell. Upon the whole, it may neither his religion nor his philosophy had taught him be said, that at the time of his death, he was unto bear with even decent com posure. A paralytic doubtedly the most conspicuous literary character btroke first gave the alarm; asthma, and dropsicall of his country.
| Behold her cross triumphant on the main, LONDON:
The guard of commerce, and the dread of Spain,
Ere masquerades debauch’d, excise oppressid,
Or English honor grew a standing jest.
A transient calm the happy scenes bestow, IN IMITATION OF THE THIRD SATIRE OF JUVENAL. And for a moment lull the sense of woe.
At length awaking, with contemptuous frown, -Quis inepta
Indignant Thales eyes the neighb'ring town. Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus ut teneat se ?--Juv.
Since worth, he cries, in these degenerate days
Wants even the cheap reward of empty praise ; Though grief and fondness in my breast rebel,
In those curs'd walls, devote to vice and gain, When injur'd Thales bids the town farewell,
Since unrewarded science toils in vain;
And every moment leaves my little less ;
While yet my steady steps no staff sustains,
And life still vig'rous revels in my veins; And, fix'd on Cambria's solitary shore,
kind Heaven, to find some bappier place Give to St. David one true Briton more. For who would leave, unbrib'd, Hibernia's land, Where honesty and sense are no disgrace ;
Some pleasing bank where verdant osiers play, Or change the rocks of Scotland for the Strand ?
Some peaceful vale with Nature's paintings gay; There none are swept by sudden fate away,
Where once the harass'd Briton found repose, But all, whom hunger spares, with age decay :
And safe in poverty defied his foes; Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire,
Some secret cell, ye pow'rs, indulgent give, And now a rabble rages, now a fire ;
Let live here, for has learn'd to live. Their ambush here relentless ruflians lay,
Here let those reign, whom pensions can incite And here the fell attorney prowls for prey ;
To vote a patriot black, a courtier white; Here falling houses thunder on your head,
Explain their country's dear-bought rights away, And here a female atheist talks you dead.
And plead for pirates in the face of day; While Thales waits the wherry that contains
With slavish tenets taint our poison'd youth, Of dissipated wealth the small remains,
And lend a lie the confidence of iruth. On Thames's banks, in silent thought, we stood
Let such raise palaces, and manors buy, · Where Greenwich smiles upon the silver flood;
Collect a tax, or farm a lottery ; Struck with the seat that gave Eliza* birth,
With warbling eunuchs fill our silenc'd stage, We kneel, and kiss the consecrated earth;
And lull to servitude a thoughtless age.
Heroes, proceed! what bounds your pride shall hold'
Behold rebellious virtue quite o'erthrown, * Queen Elizabeth, born at Greenwich.
Behold our fame, our wealth, our lives your own