Here lies the peerless paper lord, Lord Peter

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 …

Hamlet most brings home to us at once the sense of the soul's infinity, and the sense of the doom which not only circumscribes that infinity but appears to be its offspring.