ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
L— H—, in "Letters from Abroad; or the Cockney in Italy" Literary Magnet 4 (1825) 13.
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
1825: Leigh Hunt
Dear Hazlitt, you, and Webb, and all
That squad whom we may Cocknies call,
Must now be mad to hear about me—
(Pray how do you get on without me?)
A letter, therefore, penned from France,
And fraught with humour, will enhance
My value; for tho' still a rover,
And like yourself, but half-seas over,
I've yet so much to write, concerning
Myself, my travels, and my learning,
That God knows who, but you, my friend,
Will read me to my journies end.
You've heard, perhaps, of Psalmanazar,
Whose wit was keen as any razor;
And who, despite his simple diction,
Boldly ran off from fact to fiction;
So says the organ in my skull.
I've equal wonders to relate
Of Frenchmen born without a pate;
But this is nothing, as you know,
Since Pitt, and Percival, and Co.
Have governed both our quick and dead
For many years without a head.—
Enough of politics: 'tis time
To quit the Frenchman and his clime,
And rhapsodize concerning thee
And thine, dear land of Italy;—
But ere I rave of classic Pisa,
I'll send per foreign post from Nice, a
Few hints, which shaped, you may transfer
To Sunday next's Examiner.
Paris, May 3.