ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Rev. John Langhorne
M. Macgreggor, Esq., in "The Battle of the Busts" Hibernian Magazine 8 (May 1778) 255.
Rev. John Langhorne:
1759: A Gentleman of University College
1763: Rev. Richard Shepherd
1764: Robert Lloyd
1764: Rev. Charles Churchill
1764: Henry James Pye
1764: M. L.
1764: Mary Darwall
1765 ca.: Ralph Griffiths
1766: John Scott of Amwell
1768: Joseph Cockfield
1773: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1778: M. Macgreggor, Esq.
1779: Abraham Portal
1779: William Holland
1780: William Cockin
1783: Mr. Jackson of Dublin
1794: Robert Alves
1804: Rev. William Tooke
1807: Robert Southey
1827: Sir Walter Scott
1830: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1837: William Wordsworth
1860: George Gilfillan
1882: Epes Sargent
1922: Iolo Williams
M. Macgreggor, Esq.:
1778: Rev. William Dodd
1778: Oliver Goldsmith
1778: Thomas Gray
1778: John Hawkesworth
1778: Samuel Johnson
1778: Rev. John Langhorne
Bung'd his eye with a bottle of best Burton ale,
An excellent judge of brown beer, mild or stale,
A Reverend Divine into court next came reeling,
The first of fine bards, with the females, for feeling:
Of friendship and fancy so free his effusions,
That he spouts in his drink, his poetic prolusions.
He open'd his mouth and attempted to speak,
In vain, in plain English, in Latin, in Greek;
A strange lapsus linguae in all overtook him,
The divine gift of tongues had so fairly forsook him.
At length mustering words up sufficient to mumble,
"A seat they must give him, or else — he should tumble;"
He said, he was ne'er cut so sadly before,
And was now drunk with toasting his dear Hannah More.
Apollo acknowledg'd he well knew the woman,
And therefore excus'd what might else be uncommon.
"But I," said he, "no man inspire with October,
So let Dr. Langhorne go sleep himself sober."