Isaac D'Israeli

William Seward, "On Leaving a Letter of Introduction from Mr. D'Israeli to Mr. Jackson, Organist of the Cathedral of Exeter, who was from Home" Whitehall Evening Post (26 July 1794).

"So then, you guide your wand'ring feet
To Exeter's renown'd retreat?—
What mischiefs on your steps attend,
How ill the Fates your course befriend!
JACKSON, the glory and the boast,
The honour of the Western Coast;
Apollo's triply-favour'd child,
On whom each Heav'n-born Muse has smil'd—
Musician, Painter, and a Poet
(The more to plague you, you shall know it);
On you no powers of pleasing tries,
Nor once meets your enquiring eyes."

Hold hard, my friend! Tho' well you know
Where Literature's blossoms grow,
And can with matchless art select
History's flowers, its weeds reject—
Here thou, for once, my friend, you're wrong—
Attend, D'ISRAELI, to my song.—
'Tis true, the tenement of earth
That holds our JACKSON'S mental worth,
His outward case of excellence,
Perhaps ne'er met my visual sense;
Yet in the offspring of his mind,
His genius with just taste combin'd,
The double efforts of his hand,
Or sounds or colours to commend,
Have oft, my friend, amaz'd, I swear,
Each faculty of eye and ear:
I've seen him, in his Pencil's power
Make whirlwinds rise, or tempests low'r;
Or, like the fam'd LORRAINE, display
The Sun's benign and cheering ray:
Heard him I have in Exon's Fane
In varied measure pour his strain;
In Hymns of Triumph and of Praise
The soul to rapt'rous gladdness raise,
Or in a softly whisper'd air,
In notes of penitence and pray'r,
To Man, alas, too well disclose
His sin, his feebleness, his woes.