ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Rev. John Brown
A. E., "A Character" Public Advertiser (8 April 1765).
Rev. John Brown:
1745: S. H.
1757: Thomas Gray
1758: Thomas Gray
1761: Bp. Richard Hurd
1763: Robert Lloyd
1764: W. K.
1764: Rev. Charles Churchill
1765: Cuthbert Shaw
1765: A. E.
1765 ca.: Mentor
1765: R. X.
1766: Thomas Gray
1775: Elizabeth Carter
1780: Gilbert Walmsley
1790: L. L.
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1797: Thomas Green
1800 ca.: Robert Southey
1801: William Gilpin
1804: Rev. William Tooke
1807: Robert Southey
1823: William Wordsworth
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1853: Rev. John Mitford
1891: George Birkbeck Hill
1910: Ralph Straus
1911: George Saintsbury
1765: Rev. John Brown
Urim was civil, and not void of sense,
Had some small merit, and more confidence;
So spruce he moves, so gracefully he cocks,
The hallow'd rose declares him unorthodox.
He pass'd his easy hours, instead of pray'r,
In Madrigals, and Phillis-ing the Fair;
Always obliging, and without offence,
And fancy'd for his gay impertinence.
But see how ill mistaken parts succeed!
He thought he sure could write, since he could read;
So dipp'd in politics, and flatter'd well,
In the Court-creed did wondrously excel;
He most effeminate, our youth reprov'd,
And blam'd for that vice most, which most he lov'd;
He prov'd, by Estimate, this land undone,
And shew'd it could alone be sav'd by One;
But finding here his flatt'ry without fruit,
The praise design'd for Pitt, he gives to Bute.
Another now he finds more fit to guide,
Who pays him better for the food of pride.
Thus Ariadne in proud triumph rode,
She lost a Hero, and she found — a God.
Now then he shews how by the First betray'd,
We slaves by conquest were, bankrupts by vict'ry made:
Now ruin from the Second need we fear,
For victories and conquests disappear.
He prov'd that Liberty was License grown,
That Faction was not Faction near the throne;
That Freedom's whisper loud Sedition meant,
And that the Fav'rite was the Government.
He prov'd a libel only could be thrown
Against a Minister — against his foes 'twas none.
In short — he prov'd whatever he was bidden,
That B—'s not infamous, that we're not ridden:
Thus writ, 'till none would read, becoming soon
A wretched Scribbler of — a rare Buffoon.