1741
ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Samuel Richardson
Anonymous, "Remarks on Pamela. By a Prude" London Magazine 10 (May 1741) 250-51.
Commentary for
Samuel Richardson:
1739: Aaron Hill
1740: Aaron Hill
1741: Anonymous
1741: Anonymous
1741 ca.: Rev. Josiah Relph
1745: Belinda
1747: Elizabeth Teft
1747: Rev. James Hervey
1748: Rev. Joseph Spence
1750: William Shenstone
1750: Granticola
1751: Thomas Edwards
1752: Thomas Edwards
1752: James Harris
1754: Anna Williams
1755: Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
1755 ca.: Hester Mulso Chapone
1756: Rev. John Duncombe
1758: Rev. William Hawkins of Oxford
1759: James Beattie
1761: Elizabeth Carter
1761: John Hawkesworth
1764: Horace Walpole
1770 ca.: Bennet Langton
1772: Samuel Johnson
1772: Anonymous
1776: D. Al-n-by
1779: C. Jackson
1782: Hannah More
1783: Mr. Jackson of Dublin
1787: Anna Seward
1788: Anonymous
1793: Edmond Malone
1797: William Godwin
1804: Andrew Caldwell
1807: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1808: Rev. George Gregory
1809: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1809: Dr. Nathan Drake
1812: Robert Southey
1821: Lord Byron
1821: Mary Leadbeater
1826: Anne Grant
1848: Leigh Hunt
1850: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1852: Mary Russell Mitford
1894: Austin Dobson
So moving is Pamela's tale,
And innocently told,
That I believe it cannot fail
To please both young and old.
Yet, I must own, it stirs my gall,
To think of Master B—
And, to be sure, good women all,
Will censure him like me.
In naked bed to hold her fast!
While she did roar and bawl!
And then to leave her at the last!
When she had ceas'd to squall!
He might be sure that she wou'd cry,
And seem t' oppose his will,
Whilst odious Mrs. Jewkes was by,
And yet the girl laid still.
The man, it seems, was frighted sure
At her pretended faint,
So when he might have had a whore,
He took her for a saint.
Pray, Sir, said she, before you go,
What mischief have you done?
His spirits were so very low,
That he said, — truly none.
The question sure was meant a joke,
Her scorn of him to show,
Else, why desire to hear that spoke
Which she could not but know.
However, pardon he did crave,
For making such a fuss;
Her hand unto him then she gave,
Which he vouchsaf'd to buss.
Tho' odd the question may be thought,
For one so very modest;
Yet that she wou'd forgive the fault,
To me seems much the oddest.