The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay,
Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away, —
Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.

Lines 155-158.

Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,
And e'en his failings lean’d to virtue's side.

Lines 163, 164.

Truth from his lips prevail?d with double sway,
And fools, who came to scoff, remain’d to pray.

Lines 179, 180.

In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill,
For e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still,

Lines 211, 212.

The chest contrived a double debt to pay,
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.

Lines 229, 230.

THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD.

Handsome is that handsome does.

Chapter 1.

Wa

Here lies David Garrick-describe me who can,
An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine ;
As a wit, if not first, in the very

first line ;
Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart,
The man had his failings—a dupe to his art.
Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread,
And beplaster'd with rouge

natural red.
On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting;
'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting.

Lines on Garrick,

his own

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.

Lines on Sir Joshua Reynolds.

A nightcap deck'd his brows instead of bay,
A cap by night—a stocking all the day.

Description of an Author's Bed-chamber.

This day beyond its term my fate extends,
For life is ended when our honour ends.

A Prologue spoken by the Poet Laberius. Translated

by Goldsmith from the Latin of Macrobius.