[The Haunch of Venison, though written about 1771, wag not published till two years after Goldsmith's death, 1776. It was addressed to a burly jovial Irish nobleman, Robert Nugent, created Viscount Clare in 1766, and Earl Nugent in 1776. He died 1788. His only daughter married the Marquis of Buckingham]. THE HAUNCH OF VENISON.1 HANKS, my lord, for your venison, for finer or fatter Never ranged in a forest, or smoked in a platter; The haunch was a picture for painters to study, The fat was so white, and the lean was so ruddy; a Though my stomach was sharp, I could scarce help regretting, To spoil such a delicate picture by eating; 10 I had thoughts, in my chambers, to place it in view, 1 This is printed from the second edition, which contains the last corrections of the author, and a few additional lines. The variations are from the first edition. VARIATION. a The white was so white, and the red was so ruddy. But, my lord, it's no bounce: I protest in my turn It's a truth and your lordship may ask Mr. Byrne.1 To go on with my tale-as I gazed on the haunch I thought of a friend that was trusty and staunch, So I cut it, and sent it to Reynolds undrest, To paint it, or eat it, just as he liked best; 21 Of the neck and the breast I had next to dispose ; 'Twas a neck and a breast that might rival Monroe's: But in parting with these I was puzzled again, With the how, and the who, and the where, and the when. There's Howard, and Coley, and H—rth, and Hiff, I think they love venison-I know they love beef. There's my countryman Higgins-Oh! let him alone, 30 For making a blunder, or picking a bone. entered; An under-bred, fine-spoken fellow was he,e And he smiled as he look'd at the venison and me. 1 Lord Clare's Nephew. VARIATIONS. There's Coley, and Williams, and Howard, and Hiff c that d It would look like a flirt, Like sending 'em ruffles e A fine spoken Custom-house officer he, Who smiled as he gazed on the venison and me. "What have we got here?-Why this is good eating! Your own I suppose-or is it in waiting?' 10 Why, whose should it be?" cried I with a flounce: "I get these things often; "—but that was a bounce: "Some lords, my acquaintance, that settle the nation, Are pleased to be kind-but I hate ostentation." "If that be the case," then, cried he, very gay, "I'm glad I have taken this house in my way. To-morrow you take a poor dinner with me; No words-I insist on't-precisely at three: We'll have Johnson, and Burke; all the wits will be there; My acquaintance is slight, or I'd ask my Lord Clare. And now that I think on't, as I am a sinner! We wanted this venison to make out the dinner. What say you-a pasty? it shall, and it must,f And my wife, little Kitty, is famous for crust. Here, porter—this venison with me to Mile-end; No stirring-I beg-my dear friend-my dear friend! "g h Thus snatching his hat, he brushed off like the wind, And the porter and eatables followed behind. f Left alone to reflect, having emptied my shelf, VARIATIONS. make up the dinner, I'll take no denial-you shall, and you must. No words, my dear Goldsmith my very good friend! h seizing 50 |