"To win me from his tender arms, "Unnumber'd fuitors came,

"Who prais'd me for imputed charms, "And felt, or feign'd a flame.

"Each hour a mercenary crowd

"With richest proffers ftrove:
"Among the rest, young Edwin bow'd,
"But never talk'd of love.

"In humble, fimpleft habit clad,
"No wealth or power had he;
"Wisdom and worth were all he had-
"But these were all to me.

"The bloffoms opening to the day,
"The dews of heaven refin'd,
"Could nought of purity display,

"To emulate his mind.

"The dew, the bloffoms of the tree, "With charms inconftant shine; "Their charms were his, but, woe to me,

"Their conftancy was mine!

"For ftill I try'd each fickle art,

"Importunate and vain;

"And while his paffion touch'd my heart,

"I triumph'd in his pain

"Till quite dejected with my fcorn,

"He left me to my pride,

"And fought a folitude forlorn,

"In fecret, where he died!

"But mine the forrow, mine the fault,
"And well my life shall pay;
"I'll feek the folitude he fought,
"And ftretch me where he lay;

"And there forlorn, despairing, hid,
"I'll lay me down and die-
""Twas fo for me that Edwin did,
"And fo for him will I."

"Forbid it, heaven!" the Hermit cried,
And clasp'd her to his breast:
The wondering fair-one turn'd to chide-
'Twas Edwin's felf that preft!

"Turn, Angelina, ever dear—
66 My charmer, turn to fee
"Thy own, thy long-loft Edwin here,
"Reftor'd to love and thee!

"Thus let me hold thee to my heart,
"And every care refign:

"And fhall we never, never part?

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My life-my all that's mine!

"No, never, from this hour to part, "We'll live and love fo true,

"The figh that rends thy constant heart "Shall break thy Edwin's too."

RETALIATION.

A POEM.

[Dr. Goldsmith, and the Gentlemen characterised in this Poem, occafionally dined at the St. James's Coffee-house---One day it was propofed to write Epitaphs on him. His country, dialect, and perfon, furnished fubjects of witticifm. He was called on for RETALIATION, and at their next meeting produced this Poem. It was firft printed in the year 1774, after the Author's death.]

Or old, when Scarron his companions invited,
Each gueft brought his dish, and the feaft was united;
If our landlord* fupplies us with beef, and with fish;
Let each guest bring himself, and he brings the best dish:
Our dean+ fhall be venison, juft fresh from the plains;
Our Burket shall be tongue, with the garnish of brains;
Our Wills fhall be wild fowl, of excellent flavour,
And Dick with his pepper fhall heighten the favour;
Our Cumberland's¶ fweet-bread its place shall obtain,
And Douglas is pudding, fubftantial and plain;

Our Garrick's a fallad-for in him we fee

Oil, vinegar, fugar, and saltnefs agree:

*The mafter of the St. James's Coffee-houfe.

+ Dr. Bernard, dean of Derry, in Ireland.

Mr. Edmund Burke.

? Mr. William Burke, fecretary to General Conway.

Il Mr. Richard Burke, collector of Grenada.

¶ Mr. Richard Cumberland, author of the West Indian, and other dramatic pieces.

* Dr. Douglas, canon of Windfor, an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who has no less distinguished himself as a citizen of the world, than a found critic, in detecting feveral literary mistakes (or rather forgeries) of his countrymen; particularly Lauder on Milton, and Bower's Hiftory of the Popes.

David Garrick, efq.

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 fame rule,
Magnanimous Goldfmith a gooseberry fool.
At a dinner fo various-at fuch a repast,
Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the laft?
Here, waiter, more wine-let me fit while I'm able,
Till all my companions fink 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§, reunited 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 fix weeks, I could not find 'em out;
Yet fome have declar'd, and it can't be deny'd em,
That fly-boots was curfedly cunning to hide 'em.

Here lies our good Edmund, whofe genius was fuch,
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.
Tho' fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat,
To perfuade Tommy Townshend¶ to lend him a vote;
Who, too deep for his hearers, ftill went on refining,
And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining;
Though equal to all things, for all things unfit-
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.

* Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar.

Sir Joshua Reynolds.

An eminent attorney.

? Vide page 63.

| Vide page 63.

¶ Mr. T. Townshend, member for Whitchurch.

In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, fir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.

Here lies honeft William,* whofe heart was a mint, While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't; The pupil of impulfe, it forc'd him along

His conduct ftill right, with his argument wrong;
Still aiming at honour, yet fearing to roam,

The coachman was tipfey, the chariot drove home:
Would you afk for his merits? alas! he had none;
What was good was fpontaneous, his faults were his own.
Here lies honeft Richard, whose fate I must figh at—
Alas, that fuch frolic should now be so quiet!
What fpirits were his! what wit and what whim!
Now breaking a jeft, and now breaking a limb!+
Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball!
Now teazing and vexing, yet laughing at all!
In short, fo provoking a devil was Dick,

That we wish'd him full ten times a-day at Old Nick;
But, miffing his mirth and agreeable vein,

As often we wifh'd to have Dick back again.

Here Cumberlandt 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 faultlefs, his women divine,
And comedy wonders at being fo fine-

Like a tragedy-queen he has dizen'd her out,
Or rather like tragedy giving a rout:

* Vide page 63.

+ Mr. Richard. Burke. This 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 juftice for breaking his jefts upon other people.

* Vide page 63.

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