Thursday, 8 December 1825: 'Knox, a young poet of considerable talent, died here a week or two since [...] succeeding to good farms under the Duke of Buccleuch [he] became too soon his own Master and plunged into dissipation and ruin. His poetical talent -- a very fine one -- then shewd itself in a fine strain of pensive poetry calld I think The Lonely Hearth [...] I am a bad promoter of subscriptions but I wished to do what I could for this lad whose talent I really admired [...] I tried to help him but there were temptations he could never resist [...] His last works were Spiritual hymns and which he wrote very well [...] all his works are grave and pensive a style'.