The Sun.
London, England, 1822-04-09 00:00:00

P,.0..E RY.
NE WS. FROM BRIGHTON, No. 1.
WRITTEN I3Y, TIIE_LATE MRS. ROBINSON%
BELLA HORRLDA BELLA ! !
The sons of Apollo ! the Guardians of Brighton ;
Came forth cap-a-pee, a poor Paraon ‘" to frighten !
And- with valour o'ertiowing, resolving to rout him,
Surnriz'd. him, with all his sweet. lambkins about him,
Ana entrencli'd in the critical Fort, of a full-Pit,
Assail'd the sound doctrines that came from the Pulpit !
Not regarding the .worth of the pious commander,
Or the shrugs and contempt of each peaceful bystander ;.
They began the attack ! With most horrible slaughter
On the delicate nerves of his innocent daughter !
And had nearly endanger'd the more precious life
Of that old fashion'd thing !—a chaste Clergyman's wife !
The onset was tierce ! nothing stopp'd or retarded,
The Box was assail'd, and most bravely bombarded !
Not with powder and ball, as is common with heroes,
But with hisses and threats, like a legion of Neros !
And for what? why.the Doctor, a man of Belle Lewes,
Presum'd to have knowledge surpassing his betters ;
'Twas the hatred to worth and the enYy of talents !
That provok'd the revenge of these gallant assailants ;
For the fellow had dared from his childhood to follow,
The bright beaming steps of his darling Apollo !
And, the diff'rence 'twixt genius and folly discerning,
Had obtain'd reputation for virtue and learning .!
Ohl Gothic ! prepost'rous ! 'twas truly monastic,
To retire and to study old precepts scholastic I
O'er Volumes of musty, and old fashion'd knowledge,
Why 'twould tarnish the camp with the rust of a College.
Beside, 'twas as useless as rude to have plann'd it,
. When he knew half his bearers. could scarce understand it.
No wonder, indeed, that such monstrous assurance

Was scouted by filAion, as past all endurance !
How dar'd such a than ! neither titl'd or splendid,
Whose boast was BUT GENIUS, with SE NT I MEN T blended,
Who for riots, reviews, and fine shows had no passion,
Who in manners and mind was grown quite out of fashion;
Who taught moral lessons—and follow'd his teaching !
Whose pleasure was peace ! and whose duty was preaching.
Who with heart fraught with tenderna-ss,Yentur'd to tear
His poor innocent flock fmirrilhe pates of the bear ;
And with meekness, that valour should blush to cry fie on,
Declar'd that the Lamb was too weak for the Lion !
Oh ! doctrine most fatal ! catastrophe grievous ! . •
Why, the grave bench of Bishops will never believe us,
What ! Religion a bubble, and peace so degraded !
The rights of the Church, and her precepts invaded ;
Since divinity dares net humility cherish,
Why our Bishops, and Prebends, and Deacons, will perish,
If the Church must no longer revere Dr: Gratin,
We'as well may repair to the deserts of Asia !
Or e'en pack up our cassocks, and quickly away
For the civilized nations of Botany Bay.
For e'en THERE shall Religion illuine the poor savage ;
There the Olive shall bloom, Where no spoiler can ravage,
No blood shall be spilt in the cause of ambition ;
But each stain be wash'd out by the tear of contrition.
THERE, no laurel shall blush for the triumphs of wait
THERE, no slave shall expire at the wheels of his car !
But philanthropy lead the poor su.T'rers along.
And the soft song of peace whisper hope to the throng ;
And Religion ! which savages dare not destroy !
Shall restore them to Virtue ! and crown them with joy !
Adieu my dear friend, I must finish my letter,
With a promise, next post, to enclose you a better.
Brighton, Sept. 19, 1793. TABITHA. BRAMBLE.
* The late Rev. Dr. Kicox.