’T was he that placed him where his chair now stands
In that warm corner, ’gainst the sunny wall.
God, in that brother, gave him more than lands.
Note 1. Vincent Leigh Hunt was the youngest son of Leigh Hunt, and inherited a large share of his father’s poetical talents. He died when quite young. In a letter to me, Mr. Hunt thus speaks of him: “His whole life was full of sympathy. A sonnet like this will allow his father to indulge a hope, that, wherever any sonnets of his own may be thought worth collecting, they and it may never be parted.” (S. A. L.) [back]
