ABSTRACT
It has been my good fortune, in the company with many others infinitely my superiors in talents and worth, to attract, for a long series of years the scurrility of ‘a wholesale dealer in doggerel rhymes’, * known by the nickname of Peter Pindar. As I really considered his abuse as a tribute to my little, my less than little, merit, I received it, as became me, with modest silence, and made no boast of the satisfaction it gave me.
