ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Bp. Beilby Porteus
, "Lines addressed to Miss Hannah More, Dr. Porteus, and their Blue Stocking Club, on their Perusal of his late Pamphlet" Oracle and Daily Advertiser (26 November 1799).
Bp. Beilby Porteus:
1772: Bp. Thomas Percy
1773: Thomas Hastings
1774: James Beattie
1778: C. Car-n
1780: Elizabeth Montagu
1781: Hannah More
1781 ca.: William Cole
1787: Rev. Thomas Maurice
1788: Bp. Thomas Percy
1788: Thomas Twining
1798: Thomas James Mathias
1799: Dr. John Wolcot
1799: C. B.
1809: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1814: George Dyer
1818: Rev. William Beloe
1834: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1858: Cyrus Redding
Dr. John Wolcot:
1789: William Hayley
1790: Dr. Frank Sayers
1791: Dr. Henry Harington
1791: Horace Walpole
1792: Mary Robinson
1793: Rev. James Bannister
1793: John Dryden
1793: Thomas Edwards
1793: Lady Catherine Rebecca Manners
1799: Bp. Beilby Porteus
1799: Mary Robinson
1800: Mary Robinson
1800: Mary Robinson
1804: William Jackson of Exeter
1813: Samuel Johnson
1819: John Taylor Esq.
Ah! why Miss HANNAH, wherefore, Maiden sage,
Has naughty PETER caus'd the tear to flow?
Why has he put thee in a tow'ring rage,
And to hot charcoal chang'd thy bosom's snow?
Why dost thou squat like TABBY i' the Adage?
Why dost thou sigh and weep, and grunt and mourn?
Why like poor Snip, that is bereft of cabbage,
Look'st thou quite chap-fallen, and like him forlorn?
Why does the BISHOP foam against poor PETER—
PETER, who meant not to offend his Grace?
Wherefore does he spurn the harmless metre,
And shroud with anger that most saint-like face?
Why kindles thus his wrath? alas he's mad,
For lo he rends in twain his ample wig!
Ah! Bishop PORTEUS, this is very bad—
Thine anger PETER values not a fig.
Now, wrinkled Dames, I'll take one peep at you,
Who doubtless have perus'd Nil Admirari;
Yes, I will venture, 'midst the sage Bas Bleu,
But of my bones methinks I'd best be wary.
Zounds, what a noise, what an astounding din!
'Tis screech from Owls and Ravens' croaking throats;
Or MILTON'S Hounds howling beneath foul sin,
Or choir of Giles's Dames that bawl their notes.
Say, PETER, what hath vex'd Miss HANNAH thus?
What hast thou said to raise the Bishop's hate?
What is't hath put the Bas Bleu in this fuss,
And made thee dread the safety of thy pate?
Why PETER simply told Miss HANNAH MORE,
That all she wrote was wrote by hook or crook;
Nay, PETER vows, as he hath vow'd before,
That of another's brains she form'd her book.
PETER has blam'd the Doctor's fulsome stuff,
In praise of HANNAH'S education theme:
PETER has made the Bas-bleu Club look bluff,
Because he told them they were in a dream.
Thus on PETER'S head hath vengeance drawn,
Of HANNAH, PORTEUS, and the toothless crew;
Yes, of the Maid, and Bishop clad in lawn,
And eke the sapient Dames of fam'd Bas-bleu.