His Reform Act was not his own, and his own ideas were seldom translated into practice.

In any political romance of the Victorian age he would be the principal figure.

In the Congress of Berlin, where he did nothing, or next to nothing, he attracted the gaze of every one, not for anything he said there, but because he was there at all.

If he had left an autobiography, it would be priceless, not for its facts, but for its opinions.

That Froude thoroughly understood him it would be rash to say.