'You say, "I wonder what you think of Trotter's Life of Fox"? Now I wonder that, supposing I had only read two paragraphs, you could have any doubt of what I must think; and still more I should wonder if, supposing that I [italics] had [end italics] read the paragraphs, you should imagine it possible for me to read two more. I contented myself with the extracts in the newspapers, which were quite numerous enough to satisfy my curiosity, and prevent my wishing to see any more of the work. [Lewis then describes the relationship of the author to Fox's family and his feeling that he was not well enough provided for, hence his writing of the memoirs] with the benevolent intention of vexing them. The work is evidently the production of a disappointed man. His late dispute with the physicians, respecting his charge of their having accelerated Fox's death by the use of digitalis, is sufficient to show how little he is to be relied upon for accuracy; and, as to his style, it is the most inflated bombastic manner of writing that ever yet came in my way, and would be much better adapted to "The Sorrows of Lady Henrietta Heartbroke: being the First Literary Attempt of a Young Lady".'