c'est dommage
. I have ranked the names upon my triangle more upon what I believe popular opinion, than any decided opinion of my own. For, to me, some of Moore's last
Erin
sparks—"As a beam o'er the face of the waters"—"When he who adores thee"—"Oh blame not"—and "Oh breathe not his name"—are worth all the Epics that ever were composed.
Rogers thinks the
Quarterly
will attack me next. Let them. I have been "peppered so highly" in my time,
both
ways, that it must be cayenne or aloes to make me taste. I can sincerely say, that I am not very much alive
now