text:  We can fancy him the patriarch of living poets seated as a guest at the breakfast-table of Samuel Rogers who is about twelve years his junior and those fine lads Lisle Bowles James Montgomery and William Wordsworth and those promising children Tom Moore and Tom Campbell and that braw chiel John Wilson--(_palmam qui meruit ferat_)--the youngest of the party something perhaps but not much under seventy except the bard of the Isle of Palms who is no chicken; and unless the master of the feast have summoned those pretty babes from the Wood the two Tennysons