Lamb's peculiarities are very interesting. We had not much conversation. — he hummed tunes, I repeated Wordsworth's Daffodils, of which I am become very fond. Lamb praised T. Warton's Sonnet in Dugdale as of first-rate excellence. It is a good thought, but I find nothing exquisite in it. He praised Prior's courtly poems, — his Down Hall, — his fine application of the names of Marlborough, so as to be offensive to the ears of Boileau.