Our Cumberland's sweet-bread its place shall ob tain, And Douglas is pudding, substantial and plain : That To make out the dinner, full certain I am, Here lies the good **Dean, re-united to earth, Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth: * Mr. Richard Cumberland, author of the West Indian, Fashionable Lover, the Brothers, and various other productions. (a) + Dr. Douglas, canon of Windsor (afterwards Bishop of Salisbury), an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who no less distinguished himself as a citizen of the world, than a sound critic, in detecting several literary mistakes (or rather forgeries) of his countrymen; particularly Lauder on Milton, and Bower's History of the Popes. David Garrick, Esq. § Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar. Sir Joshua Reynolds. An eminent attorney. ** Vide page 105. (a) After this note was written, of "Calvary, or the Death of Christ." If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt, Here lies our good *Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; To persuade +Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Here lies honest William, whose heart was a mint, While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in 't; The pupil of impulse, it forc'd him along, His conduct still right, with his argument wrong; * Vide page 105. † Mr. T. Townshend, member for Whitchurch. Vide page 105. Still aiming at honour, yet fearing to roam, The coachman was tipsy, the chariot drove home; Would ask for his merits? alas! he had none; you What was good was spontaneous, his faults were his own. Here lies honest Richard, whose fate I must sigh at; Alas! that such frolic should now be so quiet! That we wish'd him full ten times a day at Old Nick; Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, The Terence of England, the mender of hearts; A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. His gallants are all faultless, his women divine, And comedy wonders at being so fine; Like a tragedy-queen he has dizen'd her out, Or rather, like tragedy giving a rout. * Mr. Richard Burke, vide page 105. This gentleman having slightly fractured one of his arms and legs, at different times, the Doctor has rallied him on those accidents, as a kind of retributive justice for breaking his jests upon other people. His fools have their follies so lost in a crowd 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 reclines: When satire and censure encircled his throne, I fear'd for your safety, I fear'd for my own; Dodds shall be pious, our Kenricks shall Macpherson write bombast, and call it a style, Our Townshend make speeches, and I shall compile; *The Rev. Dr. Dodd. + Dr. Kenrick, who read lectures at the Devil Tavern, under the title of "The School of Shakspeare." James Macpherson, Esq. who lately, from the mere force of his style, wrote down the first poet of all antiquity. New Lauders and Bowers the Tweed shall cross over, No countryman living their tricks to discover; Detection her taper shall quench to a spark, And Scotchman meet Scotchman, and cheat in the dark. Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, |