Here (s) Douglas retires from his toils to relax,

The scourge of impoftors, the terror of quacks :

Come all ye quack bards, and ye quacking divines,

Come and dance on the spot where your tyrant reclines,

When Satire and Cenfure encircl'd his throne,

I fear'd for your fafety, I fear'd for my own;

But now he is gone, and we want a detector,

Our (t) Dodds shall be pious, our (z) Kenricks shall lecture; (x) Macpherson write bom baft, and call it a ftyle,

Our (y) Townshend make speeches, and I shall compile; (s) Vide page 6.

(t) The Rev. Dr. Dodd.

(u) Mr. Kenrick lately read lectures at the Devil Tavern, under the Title of • The School of Shakespeare.'

(x) James Macpherson, Efq; who lately, from the mere force of his ftyle, wrote down the firft poet of all antiquity.

(y) Vide page 9.

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New (2) Lauders and Bowers the Tweed fhall cro fs over,

No countryman living their tricks to discover;

Detection her taper fhall quench to a spark,

And Scotchman meet Scotchman and cheat in the dark.

Here lies (a) David Garrick, defcribe me who can,

An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man;

As an actor, confeft 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 beplaifter'd, with rouge, his own natural red.

(z) Vide page 6.

(a) Vide page 7.

With

On the stage he was natural, fimple, affecting,

'Twas only that, when he was off, he was acting:

With no reason on earth to go out of his way,

He turn'd and he varied full ten times a-day;
Tho' fecure of our hearts, yet confoundedly fick,

If they were not his own by fineffing and trick;

He caft off his friends, as a huntsman his pack,

For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.

Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came,

And the puff of a dunce, he mistook it for fame;

'Till his relish grown callous, almoft to disease,

Who pepper'd the highest, was surest to please.

But

But let us be candid, and speak out our mind,

If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind.

Ye (6) Kenricks, ye (c) Kellys, and (d) Woodfalls fo grave, What a commerce was yours, while you got and you gave? How did Grub-street re-echo the fhouts that you rais'd,

While he was berofcius'd, and you were beprais'd?

But peace to his spirit, wherever it flies,

To act as an angel, and mix with the skies :

(b) Vide page 13.

(c) Hugh Kelly, Efq; Author of Falfe Delicacy, Word to the Wife, Cle

mentina, School for Wives, &c. &c.

(d) Mr. William Woodfall, Printer of the Morning Chronicle.

Thofe

Those poets, who owe their best fame to his skill,

Shall ftill be his flatterers, go where he will.

Old Shakespeare, receive him, with praise and with love,

And Beaumonts and Bens be his (e) Kellys above.

Here (ƒ) Hickey reclines, a most blunt, pleasant creature,

And flander itself must allow him good-nature:

He cherish'd his friend, and he relish'd a bumper;

Yet one fault he had, and that one was a thumper :
Perhaps you may ask if the man was a mifer?

I answer, no, no, for he always was wiser;