Campbell himself said to me, one day, speaking of a gentleman who wished to pay him a compliment, "And what do you think it was?" said he. "The man had the barbarity to say to me, 'Mr. Campbell, my father courted my mother out of The Pleasures of Hope.' And this," added the poet with one of his ineffable looks, "from a person far past the first bloom of youth, I do assure you. Cruel, was it not?"