Perhaps "the malt was a little above the meal," the yeast present in more abundant quality than the substances for fermentation, but there was no lack even of these.
[25] It is curious to compare this (dealing as it does largely with sport) and the "Jorrocks" series of Robert Surtees (1803-1864).

Kingsley was nearly as practical a sportsman as Surtees: but Surtees's characters and manners have the old artificial-picaresque quality only.
_Hypatia_--which succeeded after some interval (1853) and when the writer's Christian Socialist, Churchman-Chartist excitement had somewhat clarified itself--is a more substantial, a more ambitious, but certainly also an even more successful book.

It has something of--and perhaps, though in far transposed matter, owes something to--_Esmond_ in its daring blend of old and new, and it falls short of that wonderful creation.

But it is almost a second to it: and, with plenty of faults, is perhaps the only classical or semi-classical novel of much value in English.
But it was in the next year, 1854, that Kingsley's work reached its greatest perfection in the brilliant historical novel of _Westward Ho!_ where the glories of Elizabethan adventure and patriotism were treated with a wonderful kindred enthusiasm, with admirable narrative faculty, with a creation of character, suitable for the purpose, which is hardly inferior to that of the greatest masters, and with an even enhanced and certainly chastened exercise of the descriptive faculty above noticed.
The book to some extent invited--and Kingsley availed himself of the opportunity in a far more than sufficient degree--that "coat-trailing" which, as has been said, inevitably in its turn provokes "coat-treading": and it has been abused from various quarters.

But that it is one of the very greatest of English novels next to the few supreme, impartial and competent criticism will never hesitate to allow.