ABSTRACT
According Lord Bryon, Mr. Charles Lamb’s friend, Mr. Samuel Taylor Coleridge, is as little fitted for action as he, but on a different account. His person is of a good height, but as sluggish and solid as the other’s is light and fragile. He has, perhaps, suffered it to look old before its time, for want of exercise. Mr. Coleridge is fat, and begins to lament, in very delightful verses, that he is getting infirm. There is no old age in his verses. It is no secret that Mr. Coleridge lives in the Grove at Highgate, with a friendly family, who have sense and kindness enough to know that they do themselves an honour by looking after the comforts of such a man. His room looks upon a delicious prospect of wood and meadow, with coloured gardens under the window, like an embroidery to the mantle.
