POSTSCRIPT ΤΟ RETALIATON. After the fourth edition of RETALIATION was printed, the Publisher received the following EPITAPH on Mr. CALEB WHITEFOORD*, from a friend of the late Doctor Goldsmith, HERE ERE 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 relish'd a joke, and rejoic'd in a pun; Whose temper was generous, open, sincere; A stranger to flattery, a stranger to fear; Who scatter'd around wit and humour at will; Whose daily bon mots half a column might fill: 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 confin'd! Mr. Caleb Whitefoord, author of many humorous essays. + Mr. W. was so notorious a punster, that Doctor Goldsmith used to say it was impossible to keep him company without being infected with the itch of punning. POSTSCRIPT TO RETALIATION. Who perhaps to the summit of science could soar, Ye newspaper witlings! ye pert scribbling folks! * Mr. H. S. Woodfall, printer of the Public Advertiser. Mr. Whitefoord frequently indulged the town with humorous pieces under those titles in the Public Advertiser. To this POSTSCRIPT the Reader may not be displeased to and added the following POETICAL EPISTLE TO DR. GOLDSMITH, OR, SUPPLEMENT TO HIS RETALIATION. [FROM THE GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE FOR AUGUST, 1778.] DOCTOR, according to our wishes, You've character'd us all in dishes; Serv'd up a sentimental treat Of various emblematic meat a SUPPLEMENT TO RETALIAΊΙΟΝ. And now it's time, I trust, you'll think Your Irish friends won't like your feast. To Douglas, fraught with learned stock For if there's fault in taste, or odour, The moral Mentor of the age, And crown his cup with priestly Port. Now fill the glass with gay Champagne, And frisk it in a livelier strain; Quick, quick, the sparkling nectar quaff, If e'er his colours chance to fade, Fit emblem of his patriot inind; And Hermes hand it to his lip. Fill out my friend, the Dean of Derry, A bumper of conventual sherry! Give Ridge and Hickey, generous souls! Of whiskey punch convivial bowls ; But let the kindred Burkes regale With potent draughts of Wicklow ale! Dr. Barnard. 64 SUPPLEMENT TO RETALIATION. To C*****k next in order turn ye, Now, Doctor, you 're an honest sticker, And Doctor, I would have you know it, |