_Blackwood's_ followed the _Quarterly's_ lead in August, reviewing Keats's first volume at the same time with _Endymion_. He is reproached with madness, with metromania, with low origin, with perversion of talents suited only to an apprenticeship, all because he admired Hunt sufficiently to adopt some of his theories and because he had been called in _The Examiner_ one of "two stars of glorious magnitude." The sonnet _Written on the day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left prison_, the _Sonnet to Haydon_, and _Sleep and Poetry_, are anathematized. In the last Keats is said to speak with "contempt of some of the most exquisite spirits that the world ever produced, merely because they did not happen to exert their faculties in laborious affected descriptions of flowers seen in window-pots, or cascades heard at Vauxhall; in short, because they chose to be wits, philosophers, patriots, and poets, rather than to found the Cockney school of versification, morality and politics, a century before its time. After blaspheming himself into a fury against Boileau, etc., Mr. Keats comforts himself and his readers with a view of the present more promising state of affairs; above all, with the ripened glories of the poet of _Rimini_." The denunciation of the "calm, settled, drivelling idiocy" of _Endymion_ in the same article is famous, but in a discussion of the Cockney School it is well to recall the following: "From his prototype Hunt, John Keats has acquired a sort of vague idea, that the Greeks were a most tasteful people, and that no mythology can be so finely adopted for the purpose of poetry as theirs. It is amusing to see what a hand the Cockneys make of this mythology; the one confesses that he never read the Greek Tragedians and the other knows Homer only from Chapman; and both of them write about Apollo, Pan, Nymphs, Muses, and Mysteries, as might be expected from persons of their education. We shall not, however, enlarge at present upon this subject, as we mean to dedicate an entire paper to the classical attainments and attempts of the Cockney poets." The versification is said to expose the defects of Hunt's system ten times more than Hunt's own poetry. The mocking close is as follows: "It is a better and a wiser thing to be a starved apothecary than a starved poet; so back to the shop, Mr. John, back to 'plasters, pills, and ointment boxes,' etc. But, for Heaven's sake, young Sangrado, be a little more sparing of extenuatives and soporifics in your practice than you have been in your poetry."