John Clare, a peasant from Northamptonshire, and a better poet than Bloomfield, was one of the visitors [at the London Magazine]. He was thoroughly rustic, dressed in conspicuously country fashion, and was a simple as a daisy. His delight at the wonders of London formed the staple of his talk. This was often stimulated into extravagance by the facetious fictions of [John Hamilton] Reynolds. Poor fellow, he died insane.