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The following Jue d'Esprit, is the production of the present Dean of Derry, Dr Barnard, who advanced in conversation with Sir Joshua Reynolds and other wits, that he thought no man could improve when he was “ past the age of forty-five." Johnson (Samuel) who was in company, with his usual elegance and polished graces, immediately turned round to the facetious Dean, and told him that he was an instance to the contrary, for that there was great room for improvement in him (the Dean) and wished he'd set about it; upon which, the Dean the next day sent the following elegant bagatelle to Sir Joshua Reynolds and the same company.
Sir JOSHUA REYNOLDS,
And Co. by the
DE AN OF DER RY..
LATELY thought no man alive,
And ventur'd to affert it ;
That none could controvert it.
“ No, Sir,” says Johnson, “ 'tis not so, That's your mistake, and I can fhew, “ An instance if you
doubt it ; " You Sir, who are near forty-eight, “ May much improve, 'tis not too late,
“ I wish you'd set about it."
Encourag'd thus to mend my faults,
Which way I should apply it'; Learning and wit seem'd pait my reach, For who can learn when none will teach?
And wit-- I could not buy it.
Then come my friends, and try your skill, You can inform me if you will,
(My books are at a distance) With
I'll live and learn, and then, Instead of books, I shall read men,
So lend me your assistance.
Dear * Knight of Plympton, leach me how To suffer with upruffied brow,
And smile ferene like thine ; The jeit uncouth, or truth severe, To fuch I'll turn my deafest ear,
And calmly drink my wine.
Thou say'st, not only skill is gain'd,
By ftudious imitation;
till I make thee mine,
* Sir Joshua Reynolds.
The art of pleasing, teach me Garrick,
A second time read o'er ;
And charm us thirty more.
If I have thoughts, and can't express 'em
In terms select and terse;
And Beauclerc to converse.
Let Johnson teach me how to place,
From him I'll learn to write ;
Grow like himself-polite.
* Mr Garrick being asked to read Mr Cumberland's Odes, laughed immoderately, and affirmed, that such ftuff might as well be read backwards as forwards; and the witty Rofcius accordingly read them in that manner, and wonderful to relate ! produced the same good sense and poetry as the sentimental author ever had genius to write.
D O R I N D
TOWN ECO G U E.
By Mr. FITZPATRIC K.
Nthat fad season when the hapless belle
When surly husbands doom th' unwilling fair