David Garrick

However, he never openly fell out with the doctor and was the executor of his will, though Mr. Boswell and others have reason to question the genuineness of his attachment.

Other and later members of the club were Mr. David Garrick, the actor and early friend of Dr. Johnson; Messrs. Thomas and Joseph Warton; Dr. Adam Smith; Dr. Percy, author of The Reliquis; Mr. Edward Gibbon, the historian; Dr. Burney, the musician; Mr. Malone, the critic; and Mr. Boswell.

Mr. Garrick obtained admittance only with difficulty, for the doctor, notwithstanding his great friendship, was forever affecting to decry the stage and all things connected with it.

Johnson indeed had a most singular habit of speaking for Davy when others were against him and of arguing against him when others were for him.

I have no doubt that he sincerely loved Mr. Garrick, for he never alluded to him as he did to Foote, who was a very coarse fellow despite his comic genius.

Mr. Gibbon was none too well-liked, for he had an odious, sneering way which offended even those of us who most admired his historical productions.

Mr. Goldsmith, a little man, very vain of his dress and very deficient in brilliancy of conversation, was my particular favorite since I was equally unable to shine in the discourse.

Act I of The Clandestine Marriage by David Garrick.

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Act Three of The Clandestine Marriage by David Garrick.

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Peg, her head swimming, did not at once catch his name and bade him repeat it.

Obediently, the dapper youth replied, David Garrick, madam.

In the hour that ensued, Peg led Garrick to talk about himself, a never difficult task.

He told her that he hated his trade and that he was not making money thereby.

Peg loved him to distraction.

He graciously consented to be loved.

Indeed, it is probable that he cared for Peg as much as he could care for anybody except David Garrick.

A swarm of women fell in love with him when he made his stage success.

Sir Joshua Reynolds, read by Alan Mapstone.

Mr. Garrick, read by Thomas Peter.

Dr. Johnson, read by Jim Locke.

Mr. Thrail, read by Stephen Fellows.

Read by Pierre

Narrated by Todd The drawing-room at Streatham, a large country house a few miles from London.

Upon the walls are fine portraits of Dr. Johnson, Henry and Mrs. Thrail, Fanny Burney, Garrick, Goldsmith, and others, from the brush of Reynolds.

Windows to the floor open upon a park of great beauty, under the trees deer may be seen.

End of acknowledgments.

Recording by David Lawrence, December 13, 2008, in Brampton, Ontario.

Chapter 1 of The Ontario Reader's Third Book by the Ontario Ministry of Education.

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Little English boys and English boys with very few advantages of birth, not brought up as most of you are in quiet, orderly homes, but taken from the London workhouses.

I will speak to you of what such little boys have done, not fifteen hundred or even two hundred years ago, but last week, last Wednesday, on the River Thames.

Do you know of whom I am thinking? I am thinking of the little boys, nearly five hundred, who were taken from different workhouses in London and put to school to be trained as sailors on board the ship which was called after the name of the giant whom David slew, the training ship Goliath.

About eight o'clock on Wednesday morning, that great ship suddenly caught fire from the upsetting of a can of oil in the lamp room.

Our own literature also is scattered full of the flatterer and his too willing dupes.

"Of praise a mere glutton," says Goldsmith of David Garrick, "he swallowed what came.

The puff of a dunce, he mistook it for fame." "Delicious essence!" exclaims Sterne, "how refreshing thou art to poor human nature! How sweetly dost thou mix with the blood, and help it through the most difficult and tortuous passages to the heart!" "He that slanders me," says Cowper, "paints me blacker than I am, and he that flatters me whiter.

They both daub me; and when I look in the glass of conscience, I see myself disguised by both." And then he sings, "The worth of these three kingdoms I defy to lure me to the baseness of a lie.

Among the Great Masters of the Drama by Walter Rollins.

Garrick.

If powers of acting vast and unconfined, if fewest faults with greatest beauties joined, if strong expression and strange powers which lie within the magic circle of the eye, if feelings which few hearts like his can know, and which no face so well as his can show, deserve the preference, Garrick, take the chair, nor quit it till thou place an equal there.

Churchill.

Hogarth painted his good friend Garrick on several occasions.

His best-known picture of the actor, a large canvas produced in 1746, represents him as Richard III.

The portrait here given of Garrick and his wife shows him as a writer and was painted in 1757, about eight years after their marriage and an equal time before the death of Hogarth, for whose monument in Chiswick Churchyard Garrick composed the epitaph.

In this picture, the manuscript of his prologue to Foote's comedy of Taste lies before Garrick, who is attired in a blue coat embroidered with gold and a rose in his buttonhole.

That's a classic song.

David Garrick passed away in 2013 at the age of 67 from a stroke.

Real name: Philip Darrell Corr.

He was an English pop singer who found fame in the mid-1960s with the UK hit single Dear Mrs. Appleby.