ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Rev. Charles Churchill
Anonymous, "The Clock-Maker's Address to Mr. Churchill, on reading his Poem on Night" London Chronicle (17 September 1763) 270.
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
When Tristram Shandy, laughing priest,
Had made our trade a standing jest,
"The clock's forgot, my love, pray mind it."
(Tristram, Vol. I. you'll find it)
Link'd one idea so t' another,
That think of one, you thought of t' other,
The courtizans, when they came near,
Cry'd, "pray wind up my watch, my dear;"
And demi-reps wou'd look a squint,
At pendulums, to give a hint,
'Till ev'ry nymph of any grace
Thought clocks and watches a disgrace.
Churchill, the same who erst read prayers,
The scourge of painters, ghosts, and players,
Churchill, whose soul disdains to fear,
Or ruling priest, or ruling peer,
And laughs at snarling Pug and Bear.
If hungry Scotchmen grow uncivil,
Writes the whole nation to the devil,
And kicks a Minister down stairs
If he's a dunce in state affairs;
For freedom yet, and friendship warm,
(Happy as Kings, at his fire-side,
See Rupert sits, and honest Lloyd:)
To worth in want, his All would lend,
Ev'n sell his coat to serve his friend.
Churchill, th' Apollo of our days,
Whom all but Hogarth still will praise:
In his immortal strains on Night,
Has made our clocks again go right,
Where vary'd couplets sweet, yet strong,
And manly sense adorn the song;
Where Horace, Juvenal, combine
To form one sat'rist all divine,
To wind up watches hence no more,
Shall mean a widow, maid, or whore,
But take your glass, enjoy your friend,
And drink my health, at the World's End.