Then Farewell, Horace; Whom I Hated So,

The Christian Has Greatly The Advantage Of The Unbeliever, Having Everything To Gain And Nothing To Lose.

Thy Decay's Still Impregnate With Divinity.

Old Man! 'tis Not Difficult To Die.

Ye Stars! Which Are The Poetry Of Heaven!

Send Me No More Reviews Of Any Kind. I Will Read No More Of Evil Or Good In That Line. Walter Scott Has Not Read A Review Of Himself For Thirteen Years .