I said that I had had a dream which admitted of no such hope; for I had dreamed that I heard Pollock speak in the House of Commons, that the speech was very long, and that he was coughed down.

This dream of mine diverted them much.
After breakfast Lady Holland offered to conduct me to her own drawing-room, or, rather, commanded my attendance.

A very beautiful room it is, opening on a terrace, and wainscoted with miniature paintings interesting from their merit, and interesting from their history.

Among them I remarked a great many,--thirty, I should think,--which even I, who am no great connoisseur, saw at once could come from no hand but Stothard's.

They were all on subjects from Lord Byron's poems.