Such dainties to them their health it might hurt, While thus I debated, in reverie center'd, An acquaintance-a friend, as he call'd himself—enter'd ; And he smiled as he look'd at the venison and me,- 66 Why, whose should it be?" cried I, with a flounce, I get these things often"-but that was a bounce. Some lords, my acquaintance, that settle the nation, Are pleased to be kind-but I hate ostentation." 66 "If that be the case, then," cried he, very gay, We'll have Johnson, and Burke, all the wits will be there : Left alone to reflect, having emptied my shelf, Though I could not help thinking my gentleman hasty, When come to the place where we all were to dine, * See the letters that passed between his Royal Highness Henry Duke of Cumberland, and Lady Grosvenor. 12mo. 1769. "For I knew it," he cried, " both eternally fail, The one with his speeches, and t'other with Thrale: * They both of them merry, and authors like you: -was not. ; At the top, a fried liver and bacon were seen; Pray, a slice of your liver, though, may I be curst, "What the deil mon, a pasty!" re-echo'd the Scot, * An eminent London brewer, M. P. for the borough of Southwark, at whose table Dr Johnson was a frequent guest.-B. But we quickly found out-for who could mistake her?- To be plain, my good lord, it's but labour misplaced, RETALIATION. [First printed in 1774, after the author's death.] Dr Goldsmith and some of his friends occasionally dined at the St James's Coffeehouse. One day, it was proposed to write epitaphs on him. His country, dialect, and person, furnished subjects of witticism. He was called on for RETALIATION, and, at their next meeting, produced the following poem. [At the former of these meetings, as we learn from Cumberland, the party consisted of Dr Barnard, Dean of Derry, Dr Douglas, Johnson, Garrick, Goldsmith, Edmund and Richard Burke, Hickey, and Cumberland, with two or three others. One of the company having suggested the idea of writing extemporary epitaphs upon the parties present, Garrick wrote off-hand some very humorous verses on Goldsmith, who was the first in jest, as he proved to be in reality, that they consigned to the grave. The Dean also gave him an epitaph, and Sir Joshua Reynolds illuminated the Dean's verses with a sketch of his bust, in pen and ink, inimitably caricatured. Neither Johnson nor Burke wrote any thing, and Cumberland's verses were entirely complimentary. Goldsmith, it seems, felt somewhat sore at the jests of which he had been made the subject; and it was for the purpose of restoring his good humour that his companions insisted upon his retaliating. -B] OF old, when Scarron his companions invited, Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united; *The master of the St James's Coffeehouse, where the Doctor, and the friends he has characterized in this poem, occasionally dined. Our Dean* shall be venison, just fresh from the plains; To make out the dinner, full certain I am, Here lies the good Dean, reunited to earth, Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth⚫ At least, in six weeks, I could not find 'em out; Yet some have declared, and it can't be denied 'em, Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, * Doctor Barnard, Dean of Derry, in Ireland, [afterwards Bishop of Killaloe.-B.} + The Right Hon. Edmund Burke. Mr William Burke, formerly secretary to General Conway, and member for Bedwin. Mr Richard Burke, collector of Granada. Mr Richard Cumberland, author of The West Indian, The Jew, and other dramatic works. [He was also a voluminous miscellaneous writer. His autobiography is one of the most amusing books in the language, and contains many interesting anecdotes of his literary contemporaries.-B.] Dr Douglas, Canon of Windsor, and afterwards Bishop of Salisbury, was himself a native of Scotland, and obtained considerable reputation by his detection of the forgeries of his countrymen, Lauder and Bower. Vide post, notes. B. **David Garrick, Esq. ++ Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar. Sir Joshua Reynolds. SS An eminent attorney. Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind: Here lies honest William, whose heart was a mint, His conduct still right, with his argument wrong; 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. Here lies honest Richard, whose fate I must sigh at; That we wish'd him full ten times a-day at Old Nick; * Mr T. Townshend, member for Whitchurch, [afterwards Lord Sydney. Another name stood here in the original copy of Retaliation, but Mr Townshend's was introduced, according to Sir James Macintosh, for his persisting in clearing the gallery of the House of Commons, in spite of the earnest remonstrances of Burke and Fox, one evening when Garrick was present.-B.] + Mr Burke's speeches in Parliament, though distinguished by all the characteristic force of reasoning and eloquence of their highly gifted author, were not always listened to with patience by his brother members, who not unfrequently took the opportunity of retiring to dinner when he rose to speak. To this circumstance, which procured for the orator the sobriquet of the Dinner Bell, the poet here alludes.-B. Mr Richard Burke having slightly fractured an arm and a leg at different times, the Doctor has rallied him on these accidents, as a kind of retributive justice, for breaking his jests upon other people. |