To a true poet-heart add the fun of Dick Steele—
Throw in all of Addison, _minus_ the chill,
With the whole of that partnership’s stock and good will,
Mix well, and while stirring him o’er as a spell,
The fine old English gentleman, simmer it well,
Sweeten just to your own private liking, then strain,
That only the finest and clearest remain;
Let it stand out of doors till a soul it receives,
From the warm, lazy sun loitering down through green leaves.
And you’ll find a choice nature, not wholly deserving
A name either English or Yankee—just Irving.—_Lowell._
… Washington Irving, one of the best and pleasantest
acquaintances I have made this many a day.—_Sir Walter Scott._