An opinion of Rogers he once gave unexpectedly, I well remember, not that his respect for the author of the Pleasures of Memory demanded such a manifestation, for his feeling towards that literary veteran was easily discoverable when his name chanced to become a subject of conversation. I had called at his house, and was sitting with Mrs. Campbell, who expected his return every moment, when he came in with his mind evidently preoccupied with something he had seen or heard. He then said, either that he had just seen Mr. Rogers, or had heard something about him, I forget which, and added, "He is a very extraordinary man. I firmly believe he dislikes men when they become prosperous, because he feels he can no longer do them and his own heart good, by any aid he can tender them." I could not help thinking at the time, how much higher this compliment was than volumes of diluted praise upon paper. It was the highest character I ever heard the poet say of any individual.