ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Q., "Says James Hogg to the Curate" Morning Chronicle (3 August 1820).
1806: T. Mc.C.
1809: John Bostock
1809: Dr. Nathan Drake
1813: Sir Walter Scott
1814: Lord Byron
1814: Francis Jeffrey
1815: Richard Alfred Davenport
1815: Mary Russell Mitford
1815: John Wilson
1816: George Taylor
1816: John Neal
1816: John Wilson Croker
1817: Bernard Barton
1817: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1818: B. Cabanel
1818: John Murray
1819: Lord Byron
1819: Robert Pearse Gillies
1819: John Gibson Lockhart
1820: Henry Brougham
1822: Sir Walter Scott
1822: James Harley
1823: Rev. Charles Burton
1824: James Telfer
1826: Richard Ryan
1827: A. P.
1828: John C. M'Call
1829: William Gilmore Simms
1830: Bernard Barton
1830: Henry Glassford Bell
1830: Thomas Powell
1831: John Gibson Lockhart
1832: William Maginn
1833: Allan Cunningham
1833: William Blackwood
1834: John Wilson
1834: John Gibson Lockhart
1835: William Wordsworth
1836: S. C. Hall
1842: C. H. Timperley
1845: George Gilfillan
1851: Robert Pearse Gillies
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1858: Cyrus Redding
1862: Mary Wilson Gordon
1871: S. C. Hall
1880: William Minto
1882: Epes Sargent
1891: Samuel Smiles
1897: Margaret Oliphant
1899: Rowland E. Prothero
Says JAMES HOGG to the Curate, since you are a Scholar,
And at Latin and Cribbage can beat the Squire hollow,
You can, doubtless, relieve my dull brains from all fag,
And explain like a saying of LORD CASTLERAG.
He says he has look'd at the case, and he's sure
That a handful of "thyme" won't accomplish a cure.
I know not what Doctor the KING has about him,
But I cannot help thinking he'd do well to scout him;
For, if worst come to worst, Heav'n protect him from malice,
I'm mortal afraid there's no "sage" in his Palace.
Then he goes on to tell us how he, CASTLEREAGH,
Would prescribe, when a man and his wife can't agree;
When the breach is so wide that it won't yield to art,
He declares that the best way to meet it is to part.
'Tis a figure of speech, says the Pedant, a function—
A formula, termed a disjunctive conjunction.
Lord, bless us! says JAMES, how sublime you've exprest it,
I confess, for my part, I should never have guest it;
And to tell you the truth I am greatly to seek, or
CASTLERAG'S a queer round-about sort of a speaker;
His tricks to be sure cannot fail to surprize,
For the Squire says he seldom "stands up," but he "lies;"
And no wonder a man lays his friends on the shelf,
Who makes nothing of "turning his back on himself."
Then to my mind, I own, it is quite out of "nature"
To hold such discourse on the fundament feature,
Like a snake, or a trout with his mouth full of tail;
Very like, says the Curate — but more "like a whale."