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Blue-Stocking Revels ;
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Canto Ii.—The Presentations And Bali,.
<{ Lady Blessington ! " crie _^ the glad usher aloud _. As she swam through the door-way , like moon from a cloud I know not which most her face _beam'd with , —fine creature Enjoyment , or judgment , or wit , or goodnature . Perhaps you have known what it is to feel longings To pat silken shoulders at routs , and such throngings ;—Well , think what it was at a vision like that !
A Grace after dinner ! A Venus grown fat ! Some " Elderly Gentleman" risked an objection ; But this only made us all swear her " perfection . _" His arms the host threw round the liberal bodice , And kiss'd her , exactly as god might do goddess .
13 etham , Blackwood , Bowles , Bray , Browne , and Bury were there ; What a sweet load of B ' s ! But then what a despair ! For I know not their writings . ( Pm tearing my hair !) Cary Burney came next , so precise yet so trusting , Her heroines are perfect , and yet not disgusting . " However / ' said Phoebus , " I can ' t quite approve them : Conceit follows close on the mere right to love them . "
Then came Fanny Butler , perplex _ed at her heart Betwixt passion and elegance , nature and art ; The daughter of sense and of grace , yet made wroth
With her own finer wit by o ' er-straining at both . Phoebus smiled on her parents , who stood there in sight , And quoted some lines from her play about _" Night" ; u But why vex the honest old vowels ? " quoth he , " And call noble' nauble _, and spoil Ellen Tree ?"
Callcott , lover of pictures , came pale , not forlorn , For aftection waits ever on sickness well borne . Marg ' ret Cullen succeeded , whose novels one lives in , Like one of her hamlets , where talk never gives in ; Dear , kind-hearted , _arch-humour'd , home-loving dame ; And to sum up all eulogy , —worthy her name . " You make me sleep sometimes , " quoth Phoebus , ' tis true ; But I do even that , let me tell you , with few . " " Lady Dacre . " 'Twas pleasant to see the god raise , In honour of her and of Petrarch , his bays .
( 7 ) Authoress of « Traits of Nature , ' ' Country Neighbours , ' & e . A niece of Madame _d'Arblay . ( 8 ) See the interesting dedication prefixed to her * History of Painting . ' ( 9 ) Miss Cullen , authoress of' Home / & c , if I mistake not , a descendant of the great and good Scottish physician . . ( 10 ) See translations of sonnets from Petrarch in Ugo Foscolo ' s masterly Essays on
Blue-Stocking Revels ;
Blue-Stocking Revels ;
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 1, 1837, page 40, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/mrp_01071837/page/38/
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