intimacy which such men immediately formed is shewn in Byron's subsequent letters, in which he mentions their various meetings and conversations; among others, in Byron's Journal in 1813, he adverts to a party at Lord Holland's, where he says, Campbell looks well, seems pleased, and dressed to sprucery. A blue coat becomes him so does his new wig. He really looked as if Apollo had sent him a birth-day suit, or a wedding garment, and was lively and witty. He abused Corinne's book, which I regret, because, firstly, he understands German, and, secondly, he is first-rate, and consequently the best of judges. I reverence and admire him." With great good temper, upon the same occasion, Lord Byron relates a joke of Campbell's, of which he himself was the object. "We were standing in the ante-saloon, when Lord H. brought out of the other room a vessel of some composition similar to that used in Catholic churches; and, seeing us, he exclaimed, Here is some incense for you.' Campbell answered, Carry it to Lord Byron-he is used to it.""

The enduring character of Campbell's poetry was a frequent theme of Byron in his letters to Moore; and it is impossible to doubt his sincere conviction that it was deserved; for in colloquy, in his correspondence, and in his private journals, this testimony of his respect for the talents of his contemporary is shewn; but in no instance stronger, perhaps, than in the appendix to the

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fifth canto of" Don Juan," where he introduces Campbell, and complains of some inadvertencies in his edition of the poets. He says: "being in the humour of criticism, I shall proceed, after having ventured upon the slips of Bacon, to touch upon one or two as trifling in the edition of the British Poets, by the justly celebrated Campbell but I do this in good will, and trust it will be so taken. If any thing could add to my opinion of the talents and true feeling of that gentleman, it would be his classical, honest, and triumphant defence of Pope, against the vulgar cant of the day, and its existing Grub Street."

After noticing the inadvertencies, he adds: “ as there is honour among thieves,' let there be some amongst poets, and give each his due. None can afford to give it more than Mr. Campbell himself, who, with a high reputation for originality, and a fame which cannot be shaken, is the only poet of the times (except Rogers) who can be reproached (and in him it is indeed a reproach) with having written too little."