ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, in "Sketches of celebrated Characters" Miscellanies in Prose and Verse (1791) 224-27.
1737: Gilbert Walmsley
1741: Edward Cave
1750 ca.: Thomas Cooke
1750: Rev. William Dodd
1750: Edward Cave
1752: Hester Mulso Chapone
1758: William Shenstone
1762: Rev. Charles Churchill
1763: Robert Lloyd
1765: George Matisson Rothwel
1765: J. T.
1765: Cuthbert Shaw
1765: C. M.
1765: Charles Denis
1765: William Kenrick
1766: Rev. Joseph Warton
1766: W. J.
1766: Old Blow the Bellows
1766: C. M.
1769 ca.: Thomas Gray
1770: George Lyttelton
1771: James Beattie
1771: Horace Walpole
1772: A. C.
1773: Robert Fergusson
1775: An Englishman
1775: William Woty
1775: George Colman
1775: U GIO
1776: William Barnard
1778: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1778: M. Macgreggor, Esq.
1779: Rev. Thomas Maurice
1780 ca.: Francis Grose
1781: Horace Walpole
1781 ca.: Rev. Robert Potter
1781: Elizabeth Montagu
1781: J. D.
1781: Rev. William Tasker
1782: John Scott of Amwell
1784: William Cowper
1784: William Woty
1784: H. K.
1784: J. D.
1784: John Hoole
1784: Anna Seward
1784: A. W.
1784: J. B-e
1785 ca.: William Julius Mickle
1785: H. S.
1785: Rev. George Butt
1785: E. T. P.
1785: W. W-y-.
1785: Rev. James Fordyce
1785: J. E.
1785: Mr. Arrowsmith
1785: B. Walwyn
1785: A. L.
1786: A Lady
1786: Soame Jenyns
1786: John Courtenay
1786: George Colman
1786: Old Salusbury Briar
1786: Gilbert Horne
1786: James Boswell
1786: Christopher Anstey
1786: Rev. Richard Graves
1787: George Colman
1787: Miss Bruce
1788: O. L. M.
1788: Rev. Richard Graves
1789: Rev. Andrew Macdonald
1790 ca.: Horace Walpole
1790: Anna Seward
1791: Anna Seward
1791: Isaac D'Israeli
1791: Rev. Bryan Waller
1791: Francis Garden
1792: William Thomas Fitzgerald
1796: Anna Seward
1796: Anna Seward
1797: George Dyer
1798: Thomas Green
1798: Edward Gardner
1799: Lady Catherine Rebecca Manners
1799 ca.: Alexander Chalmers
1800: Dr. Nathan Drake
1800 ca.: George Hardinge
1800: Thomas Dermody
1802: Rev. Henry Kett
1806: John Wooll
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1807: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1811: Richard Cumberland
1813: Dr. John Wolcot
1814: Sir George Beaumont
1815: William Wordsworth
1819: William Hazlitt
1822: William Cook
1822: Tobias Oldschool
1824: Rev. Thomas Frognall Dibdin
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825 ca.: Joseph Cradock
1825: John Taylor Esq.
1830: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1831: John Wilson Croker
1831: Rev. Samuel Hoole
1831: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1833: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1835: Robert Southey
1835 ca.: Charles Crocker
1840: Thomas Carlyle
1852: Mary Russell Mitford
1880: W. J. Courthope
1791: Joseph Addison
1791: David Hume
1791: Samuel Johnson
1791: David Mallet
1791: Rev. William Mason
1791: Ann Yearsley
What wit adores not Johnson's taste,
Who wish'd Polybius had been dumb?
To Sallust and his paper-waste
Preferring Bunyan and Tom Thumb.
His wisdom trusted every rogue;
His virtue hated a Whig Dog.
This far-fam'd Sage at all times said,
No man of common sense would write,
Unless he on the nail was paid
For every line that saw the light.
In print, the Doctor did not fail
At hireling garreteers to rail.
He told the Brewer's crazy wife
How well he lov'd a stomach load,
And stay'd but once in all his life
At home, when ask'd to dine abroad;
Nay sometimes reel'd about the cup
Till morning broke the ramble up,
For, 'twas his glory to declare,
The throne of human joy — a tavern chair.
When Hodge, his cat, fell sick and blind,
Nothing but oysters pleas'd the elf,
Black Frank refus'd to be so kind,
He therefore brought them home himself.
Excise commissioners he scorn'd,
As footpads pension'd and suborn'd.
This deep philologer defin'd
That sweet is something else than sour,
That he who wants his eyes is blind,
That thrice and one make always four,
That thunder is a rapid flame,
And beaux and monkies are the same;
That sucking infants are not old,
That chamber-pots were made for cleaning;
That long and short, and hot and cold
Are words of very diff'rent meaning;
That virgins don't begin to breed
Till once you rid them of their maidenhead.
For feats like these, sagacious Bute
Gave him three hundred pounds a-year,
And 'tis a fact beyond dispute,
He bought his wages very dear;
His book is large enough to crack
The strongest Irish chairman's back.
In truth, as Parson Horne observ'd,
His Spelling-Book is such a bore,
As no half-learn'd, half-mad, half-starv'd
Grubaen ever hatch'd before.
Ah! Bozzy, Bozzy, shan't we see
Some wooden vacancy for thee.
How smartly might our school-boys drive
Their eggs about thy lantern jaws?
And toss, if Hodge be yet alive,
At that firm phiz her mangy paws?
While, with clench'd fist, stands Hester by
To stamp the yolks on either eye.
Heav'ns! why has thy degraded name
Provok'd my sweetly temper'd pen?
Are we to blend thy brazen fame
With that of those illustrious men?
Compar'd to thine, thou literary wart,
Iscariot play'd a manly part,
The cord attested shame could touch his heart.