I wonder whether any man ever wrote doggrel so easily.

I run it off just as fast as my pen can move, and that is faster by about three words in a minute than any other pen that I know.

This comes of a schoolboy habit of writing verses all day long.

Shall I tell you the news in rhyme?
I think I will send you a regular sing-song gazette.
We gained a victory last night as great as e'er was known.
We beat the Opposition upon the Russian loan.
They hoped for a majority, and also for our places.
We won the day by seventy-nine.

You should have seen their faces.
Old Croker, when the shout went down our rank, looked blue with rage.
You'd have said he had the cholera in the spasmodic stage.
Dawson was red with ire as if his face was smeared with berries; But of all human visages the worst was that of Herries.
Though not his friend, my tender heart I own could not but feel A little for the misery of poor Sir Robert Peel.
But hang the dirty Tories! and let them starve and pine! Huzza for the majority of glorious seventy-nine! Ever yours T.B.M.
To Hannah and Margaret Macaulay.
House of Commons Smoking-Room July 23, 1832.
My dear Sisters,--I am writing here, at eleven at night, in this filthiest of all filthy atmospheres, and in the vilest of all vile company; with the smell of tobacco in my nostrils, and the ugly, hypocritical face of Lieutenant -- -- before my eyes.