John Gibson Lockhart

Here lies the peerless paper lord, Lord Peter, Who broke the laws of God and man, and metre.

Barring drink and the girls, I ne'er heard of a sin – Many worse, better few, than bright, broken Maginn.

It is an old belief That on some solemn shore Beyond the sphere of grief Dear friends shall meet once more.

A male Horace Walpole.

It is a better and a wiser thing to be a starved apothecary than a starved poet; so back to the shop Mr. John, back to "plasters, pills, and ointment boxes," &c. But, for Heaven's sake, young Sangrado, be a little more sparing of …

It is strange that no one seems to think it at all necessary to say a single word about another new school of poetry which has of late sprung up among us. This school has not, I believe, as yet received any name; but if I may be permitted …