William Sotheby

Francis Hodgson, in Leaves of Laurel; or New Probationary Odes, for the Vacant Laureatship (1813) 18-19.

"How beautiful is this!" Grimaldi cried;
But now, the older candidate* he spied,
Who seem'd determin'd in his purse to put
The 100, and quaff the malmsey butt;
Not caring if himself the "but" became,
And nobly trusting to his former fame.
"I know thee by thy chin, and hoary hair—
To claim thy right what younger bard will dare!
I know thee!" — said the judge — But now — dire chance
(So will the stealing foot of time advance)
Sounded the gong, that every evening tells
The glorious opening of great Sadler's Wells.

* See the first Note, which names the younger S—y [Southey] as the probable successor of P—e. But the older S—y was first to be the man; and we edited before the tables were turned against him. The reader and the candidate, we hope, will excuse our still alluding to the earlier report. — "Tros, Rutulusve fuat, nullo discrimine habemus!" Indeed a third report now prevails; and the "siller" and the sack are said to be destined for the Pegasus (or Posthaste Poet) of the North; who sleeps and eats saddled and bridled, and is always ready to start. See note p. 7.