... meat, his hand is so lame. Hayward I saw there yesterday talking earnestly with Stephen Price, the author, you will remember, of that redoubtable punch commemorated in the Quarterly. Poole, of Paul Pry memory, sits very quietly, eating moderately and using few but choice words; I have heard him say some very clever things. Forster, of the Examiner, formerly dined there often. Talfourd is a nigh...