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Macpherson 16 write bombast, and call it a style ;
16 James Macphersou, who late’y, from the mere force of his style, wrote down the first poet of all antiquity.
Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick
Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came,
so grave, What a commerce was yours while you got and you
gave! How did Grub-street reecho 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:
17 Hugh Kelly, author of False Delicacy, Word to the Wise, Ciementina, School for Wives, &c. &c.
18 Mr. W. Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle.
Those poets, who owe their best fame to his skill,
Here Hickey reclines, a most blunt pleasant creature,
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; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart:
To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering,
hearing; When they talk’d of their Raphaels, Coreggios, and
stuff, He shifted his trumpet'', and only took snuff.
19 Sir Joshua Reynolds was so remarkably deaf as to be under the necessity of using an ear-trumpet in company.
After the fourth edition of this poem was printed, the publisher re
ceived the following epitaph on Mr. Whitefoord', from a friend of the late Dr. Goldsmith.
Here Whitefoord reclines, and deny it who can,
1 Mr. Caleb Whitefoord, author of many humorous essays.
2 Mr. W. was so notorious a punster that Dr. Goldsmith used to say it was impossible to keep him company, without being infected with the itch of punning.