Thomas Barnes, of the "Times" newspaper, used to one of our club; but his visits were scarce from his avocations. I first knew him when he wrote political characters for the "Examiner," then in the hands of Mr. J. Hunt. He was nominated on the committee of the "Literary Union." He pleaded inability to attend his duty but rarely, from the pressure of his calling. "I beg," he wrote me, "in any case to express my sincere thanks for the very handsome offer you have communicated. I wish I was as conscious of deserving it, as I am of appreciating its worth." There was my old friend, too, James Murray, of the "Times," who was more active than Barnes. We contrived to dine together once or twice a week; but his hurry to his duties at night was always a drawback.