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So tell Horneck and Nesbitt, And Baker and his bit, And Kauffman beside, And the Jessamy bride,' With the rest of the crew, The Reynoldses two, Little Comedy’s’ face, And the Captain in lace." (By the bye you may tell him, I have something to sell him ; Of use I insist, When he comes to enlist. Your worships must know That a few days ago, An order went out, For the foot guards so stout To wear tails in high taste, Twelve inches at least : Now I've got him a scale To measure each tail, To lengthen a short tail, And a long one to curtail.) -

Yet how can I when vext,
Thus stray from my text ?
Tell each other to rue
Your Devonshire crew,
For sending so late
To one of my state.
But 'tis Reynolds's way
From wisdom to stray,
And Angelica's whim
To be frolick like him,

| Miss Mary Horneck, afterwards Mrs. Gwyn. : Miss Catherine Horneck, afterwards (1771) Mrs. Bunbury. Her portrait by Sir Joshua, one of his finest works, is now at Bowood.

3 Ensign (afterwards General) Horneck, son of Mrs. Horneck, widow of Captain Kane Horneck.

But, alas ! your good worships, how could they be wiser,
When both have been spoil'd in to-day's Advertiser ? '




Tuis tomb, inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name,
May speak our gratitude, but not his fame.
What heart but feels his sweetly moral lay,
That leads to truth through pleasure's flowery way!
Celestial themes confess'd his tuneful aid ;
And Heaven, that lent him genius, was repaid.
Needless to him the tribute we bestow,
The transitory breath of fame below :
More lasting rapture from his works shall rise,
While converts thank their poet in the skies,

The following is the compliment alluded to :

“ While fair Angelica, with matchless grace,

Paints Conway's lovely form and Stanhope's face;
Our hearts to beauty willing homage pay,
We praise, admire, and gaze our souls away.
But when the likeness she hath done for thee,
O Reynolds ! with astonishment we see,
Forced to submit, with all our pride we own,
Such strength, such harmony excell'd by none,

And thou art rivall’d by thyself alone.” · From “The Haunch of Venison,” &c., 1776. Written about the year 1770, but never inscribed on any stone or brass over Parnell's grave. Parnell died in 1718, and was buried in Trinity Church, Chester. Goldsmith wrote his Life. See vol. iv.




Spoken by Mr. Quick,in the character of a Sailor.

In these bold times, when Learning's sons explore
The distant climate, and the savage shore :
When wise Astronomers' to India steer,
And quit for Venus many a brighter here;
While Botanists, all cold to smiles and dimpling,
Forsake the fair, and patiently—go simpling ;'
When every bosom swells with won'drous scenes,
Priests, cannibals, and hoity-toity queens,
Our bard into the general spirit enters,
And fits his little frigate for adventures.
With Scythian stores, and trinkets, deeply laden,
He this way steers his course, in hopes of trading-
Yet ere he lands he’as order'd me before,
To make an observation on the shore.
Where are we driven ? our reckoning sure is lost !
This seems a barren and a dangerous coast.
Lord, what a sultry climate am I under!
Yon ill-foreboding cloud seems big with thunder :

[Upper Gallery There mangroves spread, and larger than I've seen 'em

[Pit. Here trees of stately size—and turtles in 'em-- (Balconies.


1 Zobeide," a Tragedy, by Joseph Cradock, Esq., was first represented at Covent Garden on the 10th of December, 1771, and was well received. (See p. 87.) The text here given is that of the third edition of “Zobeide,” 1772, 8vo.

“Mr. Goldsmith presents his best respects to Mr. Cradock ; bas sent him the prologue, such as it is. He cannot take time to make it better. He begs he will give Mr. Yates the proper instructions; and so, even so, he commits him to fortune and the public.” Mr. Yates was to have spoken the Prologue.

* John Quick, the original “Tony Lumpkin ” in Goldsmith's comedy, and the favourite actor of George III. Died April 4, 1831, aged 83.

3 Cook and Green.
• Banks and Solander.

Here ill-conditioned oranges abound

(Stage. And apples, (Takes up one and tastes it.

-bitter apples, strew the ground.
The place is uninhabited, I fear :
I heard a hissing—there are serpents here!
Oh there the natives are a dreadful race;
The men have tails, the women paint the face.
No doubt they're all barbarians.-Yes, 'tis so;
I'll try to make palaver with them though;

(Making signs.
'Tis best, however, keeping at a distance.
Good savages, our Captain craves assistance;
Our ship's well-stor’d;—in yonder creek we've laid her;
His honour is no mercenary trader.'
This is his first adventure ; lend him aid,
Or you may chance to spoil a thriving trade.
His goods, he hopes, are prime, and brought from far,
Equally fit for gallantry and war.
What! no reply to promises so ample ?
I'd best step back—and order up a sample.

1 Any profits that might accrue from the representation of his tragedy Cradock had given to Mrs. Yates, who greatly distinguished herself in the part of Zobeide.






The following may more properly be termed a compilation than a poem. It was prepared for the composer in little more than two days; and may therefore rather be considered as an industrious effort of gratitude than of genius. In justice to the composer it may likewise be right to inform the public, that the music was composed in a period of time equally short.

OVERTURE.—A solemn Dirge.

Arise, ye sons of worth, arise,

And waken every note of woe !
When truth and virtue reach the skies,

"Tis ours to weep the want below,

When truth and virtue, &c.

Man Speaker.
The praise attending pomp and power,
The incense given to Kings,
Are but the trappings of an hour-
Mere transitory things :
The base bestow them ; but the good agree
To spurn the venal gifts as flattery;
But when to pomp and power are join’d,
An equal dignity of mind;

1 This hurried and unworthy offspring of the muse of Goldsmith was performed in Mrs. Cornely's Great Room, in Soho Square, 20th February, 1772, and first printed by W. Woodfall in 1772, small 4to. The composer was Signor Vento ; the speakers, Mr. Lee and Mrs. Bellamy; and the singers, Mr. Champness, Mr. Dine, and Miss Jameson,

Widow of Frederick, Prince of Wales, and mother of King George III. Died 1772.

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