ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Rev. Charles Churchill
Anonymous, "To the Rev. Mr. Churchill" St. James's Chronicle (26 July 1763).
Rev. Charles Churchill:
1762: An Old Westminster
1762: X. Y.
1762: A Friend
1763: Rev. Charles Churchill
1763: Samuel Johnson
1763: T. L
1763: George Colman
1763: Rev. John Langhorne
1763: Elizabeth Montagu
1763: Robert Lloyd
1763: Horace Walpole
1764: J. C-rr
1764: S. Sh-rs
1764: John Cunningham
1764: Thomas Gray
1764: Horace Walpole
1764: J. C.
1764: Jane Timbury
1764: T. C.
1764: Christopher Crabtree
1764: T. W.
1765: Cuthbert Shaw
1765: James Beattie
1765: J. D.
1765: Edward Cooper
1765: Rev. Evan Lloyd
1765: J. D.
1766: W. J.
1769: Mr. Underwood
1780: Thomas Davies
1781: A Lady
1782: William Cowper
1782: Rev. Joseph Warton
1785: H. S.
1786: William Cowper
1788: Rev. William Mason
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1801: Thomas Clio Rickman
1808: Sir Walter Scott
1811: Anna Seward
1812: John Nichols
1812: Charles Caleb Colton
1814: Robert Southey
1816: Lord Byron
1817: John Chalk Claris
1824: William Hazlitt
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825 ca.: Henry Mackenzie
1827: William Goodhugh
1830 ca.: Rev. Henry Francis Cary
1834: Robert Aris Willmott
1835: Robert Southey
1845: John Wilson
1848: John Forster
1858: Cyrus Redding
1880: Edward John Payne
1882: Epes Sargent
1895: W. J. Courthope
"Non ut pictura poesis"
Dear Churchill! What ill-fated Hour
Has put thee into Hogarth's Power?
Your Railing shews how much you're hurt,
While Hogarth only was in Sport;
Transmitting unto future Times,
What might not live in Churchill's Rhimes;
The perfect Hero, Patriot, Sage,
The Pride, the Wonder of the Age.
That Form, which eating Peers admir'd,
Which Liberty itself inspir'd,
Which keeps our Ministers in Awe,
And is, from Justice, screen'd by Law.
Could such a Master's Pencil fail in
Exciting Churchill's Savage Railing!
It touches, like Ithuriel's Spear,
And instantly shows what you are:
He surely, who complains so much,
Must feel, and tremble at, it's Touch.
To what a strange Resource you're driven,
Appears by this Appeal to Heaven,
A Place ne'er thought on once before:
Withdraw the Appeal, and give it o'er.
You must proceed by different Ways;
Your only Court's the Common Pleas.
Epistles: Pho! they're tedious Things,
Their very Length disarms their Stings.
They ask, before they reach the Head,
The Task, the Labour, to be read,
And Readers may mistake the Matter,
Who have not Sense to find the Satire.
Horace was out, who vainly said,
Hogarth and he were of a Trade:
No varying Verse, though most Divine,
Can match with Raphael's stronger Line;
The Pencil, like contracted Light,
Strikes with superior Force the Sight;
Takes every careless Eye, that passes,
Which without reading sees its Lashes.
Churchill be wise, in Time retire,
While Hogarth yet suspends his Fire.
There's something in thee like a Spell,
Tho' we don't love, we wish thee well.
What! would you chuse to purchase Shame,
By pushing on a losing Game?
His feeble Hand, whate'er you reckon,
Will beat thee at thy favorite Weapon.
His Fancy has already hit on,
A Frontispiece for the North Briton;
Where in full View, the virtuous Pair,
Shall their united Merits share.
Thy Rose — thy Bible thrown a-side,
And the long Cassock's tatter'd Pride;
His liberal Hand shall in their Stead,
Place Nettles circling round thy Head,
Entwin'd with Thistles fully Blown,
To wear these Honours for thy own.
Then Wilkes, to make fresh Ardour come,
With the same Plants shall ply thy Bum,
Concluding, they'll improve his Schemes,
Administer'd at both Extremes,
As their instinctive Virtues pass,
Quite from the Brawn up to the Brass.
Next, round thy Friend, and all in Taste,
See every social Virtue plac'd:
Fair Truth, and modest Candour join'd,
Those sister Emblems of the Mind;
Faction expiring by his Pen,
And Loyalty restor'd again,
Whilst he regards nor this, nor that,
Secure of J. and of P—.
The Piece thus finished for our View,
The Lines correct, the Likeness true,
Hogarth, insur'd of future Fame,
Shall consecrate to Churchill's Name.
Brighthelmstone, July 9, 1763.