ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Miss Bruce, "On Reading Doctor Johnson's Tour to the Western Islands of Scotland" Gazetteer and New Daily Advertiser (19 July 1787).
1737: Gilbert Walmsley
1741: Edward Cave
1750 ca.: Thomas Cooke
1750: Rev. William Dodd
1750: Edward Cave
1752: Hester Mulso Chapone
1758: William Shenstone
1762: Rev. Charles Churchill
1763: Robert Lloyd
1765: George Matisson Rothwel
1765: J. T.
1765: Cuthbert Shaw
1765: C. M.
1765: Charles Denis
1765: William Kenrick
1766: Rev. Joseph Warton
1766: W. J.
1766: Old Blow the Bellows
1766: C. M.
1769 ca.: Thomas Gray
1770: George Lyttelton
1771: James Beattie
1771: Horace Walpole
1772: A. C.
1773: Robert Fergusson
1775: An Englishman
1775: William Woty
1775: George Colman
1775: U GIO
1776: William Barnard
1778: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1778: M. Macgreggor, Esq.
1779: Rev. Thomas Maurice
1780 ca.: Francis Grose
1781: Horace Walpole
1781 ca.: Rev. Robert Potter
1781: Elizabeth Montagu
1781: J. D.
1781: Rev. William Tasker
1782: John Scott of Amwell
1784: William Cowper
1784: William Woty
1784: H. K.
1784: J. D.
1784: John Hoole
1784: Anna Seward
1784: A. W.
1784: J. B-e
1785 ca.: William Julius Mickle
1785: H. S.
1785: Rev. George Butt
1785: E. T. P.
1785: W. W-y-.
1785: Rev. James Fordyce
1785: J. E.
1785: Mr. Arrowsmith
1785: B. Walwyn
1785: A. L.
1786: A Lady
1786: Soame Jenyns
1786: John Courtenay
1786: George Colman
1786: Old Salusbury Briar
1786: Gilbert Horne
1786: James Boswell
1786: Christopher Anstey
1786: Rev. Richard Graves
1787: George Colman
1787: Miss Bruce
1788: O. L. M.
1788: Rev. Richard Graves
1789: Rev. Andrew Macdonald
1790 ca.: Horace Walpole
1790: Anna Seward
1791: Anna Seward
1791: Isaac D'Israeli
1791: Rev. Bryan Waller
1791: Francis Garden
1792: William Thomas Fitzgerald
1796: Anna Seward
1796: Anna Seward
1797: George Dyer
1798: Thomas Green
1798: Edward Gardner
1799: Lady Catherine Rebecca Manners
1799 ca.: Alexander Chalmers
1800: Dr. Nathan Drake
1800 ca.: George Hardinge
1800: Thomas Dermody
1802: Rev. Henry Kett
1806: John Wooll
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1807: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1811: Richard Cumberland
1813: Dr. John Wolcot
1814: Sir George Beaumont
1815: William Wordsworth
1819: William Hazlitt
1822: William Cook
1822: Tobias Oldschool
1824: Rev. Thomas Frognall Dibdin
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825 ca.: Joseph Cradock
1825: John Taylor Esq.
1830: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1831: John Wilson Croker
1831: Rev. Samuel Hoole
1831: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1833: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1835: Robert Southey
1835 ca.: Charles Crocker
1840: Thomas Carlyle
1852: Mary Russell Mitford
1880: W. J. Courthope
1787: Samuel Johnson
Paoli the Second, to make people stare,
Thro' Scotland once led an huge English bear;
And to laugh at his countrymen, formed a plan
To make them caress this strange beast of a man:
Who could with his paw, whenever he need,
Raise an oat cake or pitcher quite up to his head;
He began to articulate Guttural lingo,
And taught by example could swallow their stingo.
To St. Andrews they went, a place we are told,
Much famed for learning and wisdom of old:
Then to the grave Doctors, this Corsican droll,
Presented his friend, and swore by his soul
He was a Philosopher greatly admir'd,
And a thirst after knowledge his journey inspir'd;
To divert and please him they made it their care,
Being glad to see such a Philosopher there;
And to show their respect they prepar'd him a feast,
Where first they discover'd he was but a beast.
From Fife to the north, and each northern isle,
Where the people on strangers promiscuously smile,
Their journey they took, when this curious wight
Found brunies and fairies, and the second sight,
And people so kind — of their best did he share,
You'd wonder to see how they hugg'd the great bear,
Whose carcase bevermin'd so lately we've seen,
Tho' now chang'd in his fur — since the State kept him clean.
Yet so beastly his nature, tho' in a chintz bed,
All nicely accouter'd, he says, he was laid;
And to comfort him more, tho' he slept by a fire,
The monster in fancy still wallow'd in mire.
But the puddle he mentions before his bed-side,
Was a drain from himself — if he is not bely'd;
For his landlord, an hearty old buck of a fellow,
At supper, it seems, made the Doctor so mellow,
That his crazy old hulk for the lading too weak,
Disburden'd itself by springing a leak.
Such impudence then in relating the story,
Has greatly incensed the chamber-maid Flory,
Who knows the whole truth, having such a sad scrubbing,
And swears she still owes the fibber a drubbing.
This pur-blind old beast, so caress'd in the North,
Oft promis'd to publish the Highlanders worth;
Ev'n puritan parsons to him were so civil,
That it griev'd his soul — they must go to the Devil.
But he wonder-struck was, when he cou'd not descry
One tree to rub on, or bramble-bush nigh;
In England (he mutter'd) good rubbing-posts grew
For the use of the bullock, the hog, and the cow:
But denuded this land, like the Goddess of Truth,
As an emblem of Virtue, scarce found in the South;
Where, tho' trees we have plenty, such vices abound,
That Tyburn in time must untimber the ground.
How the English will stare when I tell them my news,
That the Scots are polite, and never abuse;
That they never drown serious matter with laughter,
But here ends the rhyme of
THE FIFE WOMAN'S DAUGHTER.