There was a little coterie of authors in that neighbourhood: Miss Seward, Dr. Darwin; Mr. Mundy, of Mark-eaton; Sir Brook Boothby; Mr. [William Bagshaw] Stevens, &c. Mundy was a man of genius, as his Needwood Forest proves; but having been severely treated by the Reviews, on the publication of his first collection of poems, he printed privately his future compositions, and would never allow them to be published. His son lately represented the county of Derby. The poet was nephew of Sir Robert Burdett, and married his daughter. He was a shy, recluse man, of rather a morbid temper; a great sportsman, and an active magistrate; much respected, and of considerable influence in his county. His poetical talent lay in the description of natural scenery. He lived to an advanced age. He was a well-grown, dark, sallow-looking, grave-countenanced man, with rather high features, and a long face: so at least he appeared to me; but I only saw him once.