I met him once at Rogers's; and I have seen him, I think, in other places.

He is a famous wit,--the most popular, I think, of all the professed wits,--a man who has lived in the highest circles, a scholar, and no contemptible poet.

He wrote a little volume of verse entitled "Advice to Julia,"-- not first rate, but neat, lively, piquant, and showing the most consummate knowledge of fashionable life.
We breakfasted on very good coffee, and very good tea, and very good eggs, butter kept in the midst of ice, and hot rolls.

Lady Holland told us her dreams; how she had dreamed that a mad dog bit her foot, and how she set off to Brodie, and lost her way in St.Martin's Lane, and could not find him.

She hoped, she said, the dream would not come true.