ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Anonymous, "Horace to Barine; or the Ed—r of the Old T—s to H—nt" The New Times (20 September 1819).
1803: Samuel Saunter
1810: John Murray
1813: Lord Byron
1816: John Hamilton Reynolds
1816: Robert Southey
1816: John Wilson Croker
1816: Francis Jeffrey
1817: John Gibson Lockhart
1817: Chandos Leigh
1818: John Keats
1818: John Taylor Coleridge
1820: Percy Bysshe Shelley
1820: Charles Lamb
1820: P. G. Patmore
1821: R. T.
1821: R. T.
1822: E. R.
1822: James Harley
1823: Charles Lamb
1824: Mary Shelley
1825: William Hazlitt
1825: L. H.
1827: A. P.
1828: Thomas Moore
1828: John Neal
1828: John Gibson Lockhart
1832: Rev. George Crabbe
1833: Allan Cunningham
1834: William Maginn
1841: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1844: R. H. Horne
1850: George Gilfillan
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1852: Mary Russell Mitford
1858: Cyrus Redding
1862: Thomas Arnold
1871: S. C. Hall
1872: James T. Fields
1877: Bryan Waller Procter
1878: Charles and Mary Cowden Clarke
1880: Edward Dowden
1882: Margaret Oliphant
1882: Epes Sargent
1897: Edward Dowden
1898: Rowland E. Prothero
Dear H—NT, if e'er the offended law
Had marked thee with its iron claw,
If Beadle's whip, or hangman's brand
Had crossed thy shoulders, or thy hand,
I could believe thee not quite callous,
To dread of Whipping-post, or Gallows.
But thou improvest in condition,
At each new treason or sedition;
Indictments found in Lancashire,
Serve thee as claims to glory here;
Worthy in car (or cart) to ride,
The public wonder of Cheapside!
'Tis thine in speech, or resolution,
To stab old Mother Constitution;
'Tis thine the Rumpsmen all to fright,
Who meet in silence ev'ry night;
'Tis thine to care the dull Committee,
That toils for W—TH—N in the City.
On thee smile all the Nymphs of Drury,
On thee smiles C—BB—T in his fury,
Though fiercer and more fretful far,
The Porcupine prepared for war.
Thy train of Slaves grows ev'ry day,
Infants are rising to thy sway,
Female Reformers, spite of warning,
Croud to thy Councils night and morning.
W—TS—N and PR—ST—N fear to lose thee,
And I, the boldest of the clan,
Assert thee now, deny't who can,
A Hero, Martyr, Gentleman!