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,[[22]] and only took snuff.
[20]. Mr. Hugh Kelly, author of "False Delicacy," "Word to the Wise," "Clementina," "School for Wives," &c., &c.
[21]. Mr. William Woodfall, printer of the "Morning Chronicle."
[22]. 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 received the following epitaph on Mr. Whitefoord,[[23]] from a friend of the late Dr. Goldsmith.)
Here Whitefoord reclines, and deny it who can,