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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Georgian Verse.  1909.
By Oliver Goldsmith (1730–1774)
OF old, when Scarron his companions invited,
Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united.
If our landlord 1 supplies us with beef and with fish,
Let each guest bring himself, and he brings the best dish:
Our Dean 2 shall be venison, just fresh from the plains,        5
Our Burke 3 shall be tongue, with the garnish of brains,
Our Will 4 shall be wild fowl, of excellent flavour,
And Dick 5 with his pepper, shall heighten the savour:
Our Cumberland’s 6 sweetbread its place shall obtain,
And Douglas 7 is pudding substantial and plain:        10
Our Garrick’s a salad; for in him we see
Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree:
To make out the dinner full certain I am,
That Ridge 8 is anchovy, and Reynolds is lamb:
That Hickey’s 9 a capon, and by the same rule,        15
Magnanimous Goldsmith a gooseberry fool.
At a dinner so various, at such a repast,
Who’d not be a glutton, and stick to the last?
Here, waiter, more wine, let me sit while I’m able,
Till all my companions sink under the table;        20
Then, with chaos and blunders encircling my head,
Let me ponder, and tell what I think of the dead.
  Here lies the good Dean, reunited to earth,
Who mixed reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth:
If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt,        25
At least, in six weeks I could not find them out;
Yet some have declared, and it can’t be denied ’em,
That sly-boots was cursedly cunning to hide ’em.
  Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such,
We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much;        30
Who, born for the universe, narrow’d his mind,
And to party gave up what was meant for mankind:
Tho’ fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat
To persuade Tommy Townshend 10 to lend him a vote;
Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining,        35
And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining;
Though equal to all things, for all things unfit;
Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit;
For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient;
And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient.        40
In short, ’twas his fate, unemploy’d, or in place, sir,
To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
  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 forced him along,        45
His conduct still right, with his argument wrong;
Still aiming at honour, yet fearing to roam,
The coachman was tipsy, the chariot drove home;
Would you ask for his merits? alas! he had none;
What was good was spontaneous, his faults were his own.        50
  Here lies honest Richard 11 whose fate I must sigh at;
Alas! that such frolic should now be so quiet!
What spirits were his! what wit and what whim!
Now breaking a jest, and now breaking a limb!
Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball!        55
Now teasing and vexing, yet laughing at all!
In short, so provoking a devil was Dick,
That we wish’d him full ten times a day at Old Nick;
But, missing his mirth and agreeable vein,
As often we wish’d to have Dick back again.        60
  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,        65
And comedy wonders at being so fine:
Like a tragedy queen he has dizen’d her out,
Or rather like tragedy giving a rout.
His fools have their follies so lost in a crowd
Of virtues and feelings that folly grows proud;        70
And coxcombs, alike in their failings alone,
Adopting his portraits, are pleased with their own.
Say, where has our poet this malady caught?
Or wherefore his characters thus without fault?
Say, was it that, vainly directing his view        75
To find out men’s virtues, and finding them few,
Quite sick of pursuing each troublesome elf,
He grew lazy at last, and drew from himself?
  Here Douglas retires from his toils to relax,
The scourge of impostors, the terror of quacks:        80
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;
But now he is gone, and we want a detector,        85
Our Dodds 12 shall be pious, our Kendricks 13 shall lecture;
Macpherson write bombast, and call it a style;
Our Townshend make speeches, and I shall compile;
New Lauders and Bowers the Tweed shall cross over,
No countryman living their tricks to discover;        90
Detection her taper shall quench to a spark,
And Scotchman meet Scotchman, and cheat in the dark.
  Here lies David Garrick, describe him who can,
An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man:
As an actor, confess’d without rival to shine;        95
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 beplaster’d with rouge his own natural red.        100
On the stage he was natural, simple, 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:
Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick        105
If they were not his own by finessing and trick:
He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack,
For he knew when he pleased 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;        110
Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease,
Who pepper’d the highest was surest to please.
But let us be candid, and speak out our mind,
If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind.
Ye Kendricks, ye Kellys, 14 and Woodfalls 15 so grave,        115
What a commerce was yours while you got and you gave!
How did Grub-street re-echo the shouts that you raised,
While he was be-Roscius’d, and you were be-praised!
But peace to his spirit, wherever it flies,
To act as an angel and mix with the skies:        120
Those poets, who owe their best fame to his skill,
Shall still be his flatterers, go where he will;
Old Shakespeare receive him with praise and with love,
And Beaumonts and Bens be his Kellys above.
  Here Hickey reclines, a most blunt pleasant creature,        125
And slander itself must allow him good nature;
He cherish’d his friend, and he relish’d a bumper;
Yet one fault he had, and that was a thumper.
Perhaps you may ask if the man was a miser?
I answer, no, no, for he always was wiser:        130
Too courteous perhaps, or obligingly flat?
His very worse foe can’t accuse him of that:
Perhaps he confided in men as they go,
And so was too foolishly honest? Ah no!
Then what was his failing? come, tell it, and burn ye,—        135
He was, could he help it? a special attorney.
  Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind,
He has not left a wiser or better behind;
His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand;
His manners were gentle, complying, and bland;        140
Still born to improve us in every part,
His pencil our faces, his manners our heart:
To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering,
When they judged without skill he was still hard of hearing;
When they talk of their Raphaels, Coreggios, and stuff,        145
He shifted his trumpet, 16 and only took snuff.
Note 1. Our landlord: the master of the St. James coffee-house, a favourite resort of Goldsmith and his friends referred to in the poem. [back]
Note 2. Dean: Dr. Barnard, dean of Derry, Ireland. [back]
Note 3. Burke: Edmund Burke. [back]
Note 4. Will: William Burke, secretary to General Conway, and member for Bedwin. [back]
Note 5. Dick: Richard Burke, collector of Grenada. [back]
Note 6. Cumberland: Richard Cumberland, author of the West Indies, Fashionable Love, The Brothers, and many other dramatic pieces. [back]
Note 7. Douglas: Dr. Douglas, canon of Windsor, afterwards bishop of Salisbury. [back]
Note 8. Ridge: counsellor John Ridge, a member of the Irish bar. [back]
Note 9. Hickey: a well-known attorney of Goldsmith’s day. [back]
Note 10. Tommy Townshend: member for Whitchurch. [back]
Note 11. Honest Richard: “This gentleman having 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 hearing his jests upon other people.” (Ward.) [back]
Note 12. Dodds: the Rev. Dr. Dodd, hanged for forgery. [back]
Note 13. Kentricks: a lecturer at the Devil Tavern, on the School of Shakespeare. Macpherson: who had lately issued a translation of Homer. [back]
Note 14. Kellys: author of Clementina, False Delicacy, School for Wives, etc. [back]
Note 15. Woodfalls: printer of the Morning Chronicle. [back]
Note 16. Shifted his trumpet: Sir Joshua Reynolds’ deafness compelled him to use an ear-trumpet. [back]

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