"Moore is here called Anacreon," says W. Davenport Adams, "in allusion to his translations from that poet." The duel was owing to an article in the _Edinburgh Review_, which Moore thought proper to resent by challenging the editor. The combatants were, however, arrested on the ground, and conveyed to Bow Street, where the pistols were found to contain merely a charge of powder, the balls having in some way disappeared. Byron alludes to the circumstance in _English Bards and Scotch Reviewers_:-- "When Little's leadless pistol met his eye, And Bow Street myrmidons stood laughing by." After this strange encounter, the poet and critic were firm friends. Slips of the pen have given rise to some smart epigrammatic corrections. Albert Smith wrote in an album as follows:-- "Mont Blanc is the Monarch of Mountains, They crown'd him long ago; But who they got to put it on Nobody seems to know." ALBERT SMITH. Thackeray was successfully solicited to contribute to the same book, and wrote under the fore-going:-- A HUMBLE SUGGESTION. "I know that Albert wrote in a hurry, To criticize I scarce presume; But methinks that Lindley Murray, Instead of _who_ had written _whom_." W. M. THACKERAY. Samuel Warren on one occasion made a slip in writing in an album, misquoting Moore, writing "glory's throb" instead of "glory's thrill." The mistake formed the subject of the following impromptu lines by Mr. Digby Seymour:-- "Warren, thy memory was poor The Irish bard to rob, Had you remembered Tommy Moore, Glory would 'thrill,' not 'throb.'" The vanity of Mr. Warren was unusually largely developed, and gave rise to a number of amusing anecdotes. Sir George Rose thus refers to his weakness:-- "Samuel Warren, though able, yet vainest of men, Could he guide with discretion his tongue and his pen, His course would be clear for--'Ten Thousand a Year;' But limited else be a brief--'Now and Then.'" For a long period Mr. Warren was the Recorder for Hull. Mr. Thompson, the Town Clerk, was a gentleman of cultivated literary tastes, and able to compose a neat epigram. He wrote the following:-- "Our Recorder, Sam Warren, from all that I hear, Is one of the kindest of men, For a friend he presents with 'Ten Thousand a Year,' And adds to the gift 'Now and Then.'" Mr. William Harrison Ainsworth, the romance writer, was very unpopular with the contributors of _Punch_, and many were the satires on him in its pages. Colburn published a magazine, in which many of Ainsworth's novels appeared, and this gave rise to the following epigram:-- "Says Ainsworth to Colburn: 'A plan in my pate is To give my romance as A supplement gratis.' "Says Colburn to Ainsworth: ''Twill do very nicely, For that will be charging Its value precisely.'"