"When Philip's fam'd, all-conquering son, Had every blood-stain'd laurel won, He sigh'd that his creative word, Like that which rules the skies, Could not bid other nations rise, To glut his yet unsated sword. "But when our Shakspeare's matchless pen, Like Alexander's sword, had done with men, He heav'd no sigh, he made no moan; Not limited to human kind, He fir'd his wonder-teeming mind, Rais'd other worlds and beings of his own."[155] Many of his _jeu d'esprits_ are related; the following I never saw recorded. When he and Quin strutted at the same theatre, and in the same play, the performance ending, and the night being rainy, each of them ordered a chair, and walked to the door of the playhouse. To the mortification of Quin, Garrick's chair came first: "Let me get into the chair," cried the surly veteran, "let me get into the chair, and put little Davy into the lantern." "By all means," replied Garrick, "I shall be happy to give Mr. Quin light in anything." The little tribute which Doctor Johnson has paid to his memory is written from the heart: I cannot resist transcribing it:-- "At this man's (Mr. Walmsley's) table I enjoyed many cheerful and instructive hours with companions such as are not often to be found; with one who has heightened, and who has gladdened life: with Dr. James, whose skill in physic will be long remembered; and with David Garrick, whom I hoped to have gratified with this character of our common friend. But what are the hopes of man! I am disappointed by that stroke of death, which has eclipsed the gaiety of nations, and impoverished the public stock of harmless pleasure."--_Life of Edmund Smith._ Mr. Hogarth lived in habits of intimacy with David Garrick, who being President of the Shakspeare Club at the time of the Stratford Jubilee, our painter made him a drawing of a chair, which was afterwards wrought in mahogany. A medallion of Shakspeare, carved by Hogarth from a piece of the Stratford mulberry-tree, is suspended to the back of it. The paintings of the "Harlot's Progress," and "Strolling Players," produced little more than a hundred guineas; but in such estimation are portraits, that the original picture from which this print was copied, in every point of view inferior, was purchased by the late Mr. Duncombe, of Duncombe Park, Yorkshire, at two hundred pounds! It still remains in his family. The print, by Mr. Hogarth's permission, was copied for a watch-paper. [Illustration: (end of chapter floral icon)] INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS. The following description of Mr. Hogarth's design in these twelve plates is copied from his own handwriting:--