Perhaps you may ask if the man was a mifer? ye, 130 136 Here* Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wifer or better behind His pencil was ftriking, refiftless and grand, His manners were gentle, complying and bland; 140 His pencil our faces, his manners our heart: When they judg'd without fkill, he was fill hard of hearing: 145 When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregios and ftuff, He shifted his § trumpet, and only took fouff * Vide page 70. § Sir Joshua Reynolds is fo remarkably deaf as to be under the neceffity of using an ear-trumpet in company. POST SCRIP T. AFTER FTER the fourth edition of this poem was printed, the publisher received the following epitaph on Mr. Whitefoord, * from a friend of the late Dr. Goldfmith. HERE Whitefoord reclines, and deny it who can, What pity, alas! that fo lib'ral a mind * Mr. Caleb Whitefoord, author of many humorous essays. Mr. W. was fo notorious a punfter, that Doctor Goldfmith used to fay it was impoffible to keep him company, without being infected with the itch of punning. Mr. H. S. Woodfall, printer of the Public Advertiser. Still follow your mafter, and vifit his tomb: "Thou beft humour'd man with the worft humour'd "mufe." * Mr. Whitefoord has frequently indulged the town with humorous pieces under thofe titles in the Public Advertiser. |