Thomas Stott

Lord Byron, in English Bards and Scotch Reviewers (1809); Poetical Works, ed. E. H. Coleridge (1898-1904) 1:308 & n.

O'er Taste awhile these Pseudo-bards prevail;
Each country Book-club bows the knee to Baal,
And, hurling lawful Genius from the throne,
Erects a shrine and idol of its own;
Some leaden calf — but whom it matters not,
From soaring SOUTHEY, down to groveling STOTT.

Stott, better known in the Morning Post by the name of Hafiz. This personage is at present the most profound explorer of the bathos. I remember, when the reigning family left Portugal, a special Ode of Master Stott's, beginning thus: — (Stott loquitur quoad Hibernia)—

Princely offspring of Braganza,
Erin greets thee with a stanza, &c.

Also a Sonnet to Rats, well worthy of the subject, and a most thundering Ode, commencing as follows:—

Oh! for a Lay! loud as the surge
That lashes Lapland's sounding shore.

Lord have mercy on us! The Lay of the Last Minstrel was nothing to this.