Haydon was nick-named the "Raphael of the Cockneys."[474] Until the exhibition of _Christ's Entry into Jerusalem_ in Edinburgh in 1820, he underwent the same kind of persecution as his friends. His "greasy hair" was about as notorious as Hazlett's "pimpled face." But the picture converted _Blackwood's_ crew. They apologized and confessed that their misapprehensions had been due to the absurd style of laudation in _The Examiner_. Henceforward they acknowledged him to be "a high Tory and an aristocrat, and a sound Christian."[475]
Bryan Waller Procter, or Barry Cornwall, was satirized in _Blackwood's_ for his so-called effeminacy. In October, 1823, the following facetious passage occurs: "the merry thought of a chick--three tea-spoonsfulls of peas, the eighth part of a French roll, a sprig of cauliflower, and an almost imperceptible dew of parsley" would dine the author of _The Deluge_. The article on Shelley's _Posthumous Poems_ in the _Edinburgh_ of July, 1824, was attributed to Procter by _Blackwood's_ and assailed in a most disgusting manner. The article was by Hazlitt.
John Hamilton Reynolds was a friend of Keats, one of the _Young Poets_ reviewed by Hunt in _The Examiner_, and a contributor to the _London Magazine_. His two poems, _Eden of the Imagination_ and _Fairies_, showed Hunt's influence. In the former he had even dared to praise Hunt in the notes.
Cornelius Webb was the author of numerous poems which exhibit in a marked degree the Huntian peculiarities of diction pointed out in the first chapter. He is moreover responsible for the unfortunate lines so often quoted in derision by Blackwood's:
"Keats The Muses' son of promise! and what feats He yet may do."
His sonnets in the _Literary Pocket Book_ were thus reviewed in _Blackwood's_ of December, 1821: "Now, Cornelius Webbe is a Jaw-breaker. Let any man who desires to have his ivory dislodged, read the above sonnet to March. Or shall we call Cornelius, the grinder? After reading aloud these fourteen lines, we called in our Odontist, and he found that every tooth in our head was loosened, and a slight fracture in the jaw. 'My dearest Christopher', said the Odontist, in his wonted classical spirit, 'beware the Ides of March.' So saying, he bounced up in our faces and disappeared."