"[...] Sara sent twice for the measure of George's[A] neck. He wondered that Sara should be such a fool, as she might have measured William's or Coleridge's-as "all poets' throttles were of one size." Hazlitt, the painter, told me that a picture never looked so well as when the pallet was by the side of it. Association, with the glow of production. Mr. J. Cairns, in the Gentleman's Diary for 1800, supposes that the Nazarites, who, under the law of Moses, had their heads [shaved] must have used some sort of wigs! Slanting pillars of misty light moved along under the sun hid by clouds. Leaves of trees upturned by the stirring wind in twilight-an image of paleness, wan affright.[...]".