Rev. Thomas Maurice

Lady Anne Hamilton, in Epics of the Ton (1807) 272-73 & n.

Or warm'd, like M—r—ce, by Museum fire,
From Ganges drag'd a hurdy-gurdy lyre;
The muses loved, and loved no less to dine,
And Lettsom's seat beprais'd, and Lettsom's wine....

This man has treated the public taste with many ponderous volumes of Indian History and Antiquities, on the merits of which, few, we believe, are capable of passing a just decision, if indeed a person must have read through a work before he is qualified to judge of it. To the astonishment of his friends and the public, this laborious collector of old women's fables suddenly became a poet: The Fall of the Mogul was sounded in lofty tragic strains; and a very pretty specimen of poetical typography announced that a vast deal more of the same commodity was in embryo, and would in due time be brought forth. The subject of one beautiful piece (royal paper, and printed by Bulmer) was Dr. Lettsom's country-seat near Camberwell; a gentleman who, in spite of his pretty grounds at Grove-hill, the good dinners, and love of fame, is likely to prove little more fortunate in his bard than Alexander the Great.