All her innocent thoughts
Like rose-leaves scatter'd.
John Wilson: On the Death of a Child. (1812.)
[559:1] See Southey, page [507].
[559:2] See Robert Walpole, page [304].
[560:1] What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind.—T. H. Key (once Head Master of University College School). On the authority of F. J. Furnivall.
[560:2] For a man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner.—Piozzi: Anecdotes of Samuel Johnson, p. 149.
[561:1] See Lady Montagu, page [350].