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New Lauders' and Bowersthe Tweed shall cross over,
Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can,
and other works. Dr. Johnson denounced the former to be “as gross an imposition as ever the world was troubled with." Macpherson wrote an angry letter ; and Johnson, in reply, called him a cheat and a ruffian. Macpherson never produced the Ossian MSS., and the authenticity of the poems is still an unsettled question. He died in 1796.
I Lauders. - William Lauder, a Scotchman, who is now remembered only for his attack upon Milton, whom he accused of plagiarisms. Dr. Douglas, in his defence of Milton, convicted Lauder of forgery and imposture in his quotations, who was forced by Dr Johnson to subscribe a confession, which was published. Lauder lost character, was ruined and despised, and went to Barbadoes, where he died in 1771.
* Bowers. — Archibald Bower, a Scotch Roman Catholic. He entered, as a noviciate, the Order of Jesuits, at Rome : became a professor, at Macerata : and after various adventures came to England, was introduced to Clarke and Berkeley, and conformed to the Church of England. Lord Lyttleton gave him the custody of his sons, and he wrote for the booksellers. He rejoined the Jesuits, and again left them. His principal work was a history of the Popes. He died in 1705
Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart,
Here Hickey reclines, a most blunt, pleasant creature,
Ye Kellys.-Hugh Kelly, an Irishman, who went to London, and took to writing for periodicals. Garrick patronised him, and under his auspices he produced his first comedy, “ False Delicacy," which was very successful. * A Word to the Wise” (for which, after his death, Johnson wrote a prologue', " Clementina,” “The School for Wives," and other pieces, were written by him, He was called to the Lar in 1774, and was making rapid proficiency, when he died, after a short illness, in 1777.
2 Wood falls.-William Woodsall, the printer of Junius's Letters" in the Public Advertiser, and subsequently proprietor and editor of the Morning Chronicle. He died in 1803.
Too courteous, perhaps, or obligingly flat?
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, When they judged without skill, he was still hard of hearing! When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet, and only took snuff.
ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC, AND DEATII OF GENERAL WOLFE.
MIDST the clamour of exulting joys,
Which triumph forces from the patriot heart,
And quells the raptures which from pleasure start.
O Wolfe! to thee a streaming flood of woe,
Sighing, we pay, and think e'en conquest dear; Quebec in vain shall teach our breast to glow,
While thy sad fate extorts the heart-wrung tear.
Alive, the foe thy dreadful vigour fled,
And saw thee fall with joy-pronouncing eyes; Yet they shall know thou conquerest, though dead,
Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise.
ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE.
200D people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madam Blaize, 2 Who never wanted a good word,
From those who spoke her praise.
The needy seldom pass'd the door,
And always found her kind : She freely lent to all the poor, —
Who left a pledge behind.
She strove the neighbourhood to please,
With manners wondrous winning; And never follow'd wicked ways,
Unless when she was sinning.
At church in silks and satins new,
With hoop of monstrous size, She never slumber'd in her
pew, But when she shut her eyes.
Her love was sought, I do aver,
By twenty beaux and more;
When she has walk'd before.
But now her wealth and finery fled,
Her hangers-on cut short all;
Her last disorder mortal.
Let us lament, in sorrow sore,
For Kent Street well may say,
She had not died to-day.