Of the Rejected Addresses I liked Lord Byron best; there were others equally good, but here the mode of thought, as well as the manner, is happily caught. Scott is admirably imitated. That of Kehama is not so good, because it is not so close. Those of Wordsworth and Coleridge appear to me utterly despicable, quite worthy of the mocking-bird's original strains. Cobbett and the Morning Post are both excellent. Horace in London was printed some years ago in the Monthly Mirror; I remarked it at the time, and wondered that it did not attract more notice.