Retaliation: a poem: By Doctor Goldsmith. Including epitaphs on the most distinguished wits of this metropolis.

Retaliation: a poem: By Doctor Goldsmith. Including epitaphs on the most distinguished wits of this metropolis.

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TO MR. KEARSLY, BOOKSELLER, in FLEET-STREET.

RETALIATION: A POEM.

EXPLANATORY NOTES and OBSERVATIONS ON DOCTOR GOLDSMITH's POEM, ENTITLED RETALIATION.

ERRORS.

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RETALIATION: A POEM. By DOCTOR GOLDSMITH. INCLUDING EPITAPHS ON THE MOST Distinguished WITS of this METROPOLIS.

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LONDON: Printed for G. KEARSLY, at No 46, in Fleet-Street. M.DCC.LXXIV.

TO MR. KEARSLY, BOOKSELLER, in FLEET-STREET.

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SIR,

I Am unable to account for the Mystery with which the POEM I send you has been handed about.——In some part of Doctor GOLDSMITH's Works, he confesses himself so unable to resist the hungry Attacks of wretched Compilers, that [Page] he contents himself with the Demand of the fat Man, who, when at Sea, and the Crew in great Want of Provisions, was pitched on by the Sailors as the properest Subject to supply their Wants: He found the Necessity of Acquiescence, at the same Time making the most reasonable Demand of the first Cut off himself for himself. When the Doctor in his Life-time was forced by these Anthropophagi to such Capitulations, what Respect can we now expect from them? will they not dine on his memory? To rescue him from this Insult, I send you an authentic Copy of the last poetic Production of this Great and Good Man; of which, I recommend an early Publication, to prevent spurious Editions being ushered into the World. — Dr. Goldsmith belonged to a Club of Beaux Esprits, where Wit [Page] sparkled sometimes at the Expence of Good-nature.— It was proposed to write Epitaphs on the Doctor; his Country, Dialect and Person, furnished Subjects of Witticism. — The Doctor was called on for Retaliation, and at their next Meeting produced the following Poem, which I think adds one Leaf to his immortal Wreath.

RETALIATION: A POEM.

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OF old, when Scarron his companions invited,

Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united;

If our landlord supplies us with beef, and with fish,

Let each guest bring himself, and he brings the best dish:

[Page]Our Dean shall be venison, just fresh from the plains;

Our Burke shall be tongue, with a garnish of brains;

Our Will shall be wild fowl, of excellent flavour,

And Dick with his pepper, shall heighten their savour:

Our Cumberland's sweet-bread, its place shall obtain,

And Douglass's pudding, substantial and plain:

Our Garrick's a sallad, for in him we see

Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree:

To make out the dinner, full certain I am,

That Ridge is anchovy, and Reynolds is lamb;

That Hickey's a capon, and by the same rule,

Magnanimous Goldsmith, a goosberry fool:

At a dinner so various, at such a repast,

Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the last:

[Page]Here, waiter, more wine, let me sit while I'm able,

'Till all my companions sink under the table;

Then with chaos and blunders encircling my head,

Let me ponder, and tell what I think of the dead.

Here lies the good Dean, re-united to earth,

Who mixt reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth:

If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt,

At least, in six weeks, I could not find 'em out;

Yet some have declar'd, 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;

Who, born for the Universe, narrow'd his mind,

And to party gave up, what was meant for mankind.

[Page]Tho' fraught with all learning, kept straining his throat,

To persuade Tommy Townsend to lend him a vote;

Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining,

And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining;

Tho' equal to all things, for all things he's fit,

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.

In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in play, 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 forc'd him along,

His conduct still right, with his argument wrong;

[Page]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.

Here lies honest Richard, 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 rangling and grumbling to keep up the ball,

Now teazing 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.

[Page]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.

His fools have their follies so left in a croud

Of virtues and feelings, that folly grows proud,

And coxcombs alike in their failings alone,

Adopting his portraits are pleas'd with their own.

Say, where has our poet this malady caught,

Or wherefore his characters thus without fault?

[Page]Say was it that vainly directing his view,

To find out mens 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:

Come all ye quack bards, and ye quacking divines,

Come and dance on the spot where your tyrant reclines,

Where Satire and Censure encircl'd his throne,

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

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

Our Dodds shall be pious, our Kenricks shall lecture;

Macpherson write bombast, and call it a style,

Our Townshend make speeches, and I shall compile;

[Page]New La [...]ders 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,

An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man;

As an actor, confest 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 judge in beauty, his colours he spread,

And beplaister'd, with rouge, his own natural red.

On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting,

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

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

He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day;

Tho' secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick,

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 swallowed what came,

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

'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 Kenricks, ye Kellys, and Woodfalls so grave,

What a commerce was yours, while you got and you gave?

[Page]How did Grub-street re-echo the shouts that you rais'd,

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

But peace to his spirit, wherever it flies,

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

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,

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 one was a thumper:

Perhaps you may ask if that man was a miser?

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

[Page]Too courteous, perhaps, or obligingly flat;

His very worst 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 failing? come tell it, and burn ye,

He was, could he help it? a special attorney.

Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind,

He has not left a better or wiser behind;

His pencil was striking, resistless and grand,

His manners were gentle, complying and bland;

Still born to improve us in every part,

His pencil our faces, his manners our heart:

[Page]To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly staring,

When they judged without skill he was still hard of hearing:

When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregios and stuff,

He shifted his trumpet, and only took snuff.

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THE END.

EXPLANATORY NOTES and OBSERVATIONS ON DOCTOR GOLDSMITH's POEM, ENTITLED RETALIATION.

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"IF our landlord supplies us with beef and with fish," page 1, line 3] The master of the St. James's coffee-house, where the Doctor, and the friends he has characterised in this Poem, held an occasional club.

"That Ridge is anchovy," page 6, line 10] Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar, the relish of whose agreeable and pointed conversation, is admitted by all his acquaintance, to be very properly compared to the above sauce.

[Page]"Here lies the good Dean," page 7, line 5] Dr. Bernard, Dean of Derry, in Ireland, author of many ingenious pieces, particularly a reply to Macpherson's Antiquities of Great Britain and Ireland.

"Here lies our good Edmund," page 7, line 11] Mr. Edmund Burke.

"To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote," page 8, line 2] Mr. T. Townshend Junior, Member for Whitchurch, Hampshire.

"Here lies honest William, page 8, line 11] Mr. William Burke, late Secretary to General Conway, and Member for Bedwin, Wiltshire.

"Here lies honest Richard," page 9, line 5] Mr. Richard Burke, Collector of Granada, no less remarkable in the walks of wit and humour, than his brother Mr. Edmund Burke is justly distinguished in all the branches of useful and polite literature.

"Now breaking a jest, and now breaking a limb," page 9, line 8] the above 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.

"Here Cumberland lies," page 10, line 1] Doctor Richard Cumberland, author of the West Indian, Fashionable Lover, the Brothers, and other dramatic pieces.

[Page]"Here Douglas retires from his toils to relax,

"The scourge of Impostors, the terror of Quacks,"

—page 11, lines 5 and 6] Doctor Douglas, an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who has 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 Bowyer's History of the Popes.

"Macpherson writes bombast, and calls it a style, p. 11, line 13] David Macpherson, Esq who lately, from the mere force of his style, wrote down the first poet of all antiquity.

"Here lies David Garrick," page 12, line 5] David Garrick, Esq joint Patentee and acting Manager of the Theatre-Royal, Drury-lane. For the other parts of his character, vide the Poem.

"Here Hickey reclines," page 14, line 9] A gentleman whose hospitality and good-humour have acquired him, in this Club, the title of 'honest Tom Hickey.' His profession, the Doctor tells us, is that of an attorney, but whether he meant the words an echo to the sense or not, he has told us so in, perhaps, the only indifferent couplet of the whole Poem. To soften this censure, however, in some respect, the English Reader is to be told, that the phrase of "burn ye," in the 5th line of the 15th page, tho' it may seem forced to rhyme to "attorney," is a familiar method of salutation in Ireland amongst the lower classes of the people.

[Page]"He shifted his Trumpet and only took snuff," page the last, line the last] Sir Joshua Reynolds, on whom this observation was made, is so remarkably deaf as to be under the necessity of using an ear trumpet mostly in company; he is, at the same time, equally remarkable for using a great quantity of snuff; his manner in both of which, taken in the point of time described, must be allowed, by those who have been witnesses of such a scene, to be as happily given upon Paper, as that great Artist himself, perhaps, could exhibit upon Canvass.

ERRORS.

A few copies only have been printed with the following errors, which the reader is requested to correct.

Page 8, line 5, for he's fit, read unfit.—line 9, for or in play, read or in place.

Page 10, line 13, for when read where,

Page 12, line 1, for Landers read Lauders.

Page 14, line 2, for berossiad read berosciad.

Page 15, line 5, for what was failing, read what was his failing.

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Retaliation: a poem: By Doctor Goldsmith. Including epitaphs on the most distinguished wits of this metropolis.

Goldsmith, Oliver, 1730?-1774.

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University of Michigan Library

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Ann Arbor, Michigan

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2008 September

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