There could be no more striking examples to the contrary than Scott's life and his own.

Perhaps Froude went too far in the direction indicated by Carlyle himself; abounded, as the French say, too much in Carlyle's sense.

In his zeal to paint his hero, as his hero's hero wished to be painted, with the warts, he may have made those disfiguring marks too prominent.

That a great man often has many small faults is a truism which does not need perpetual insistence.
Froude is rather too fond, like Carlyle himself, of taking up and repeating a single phrase.

When, for example, Carlyle's mother said, half in fun, that he was "gey ill to deal wi'," she was not stating a general proposition, but referring to a particular, and not very important, case of diet.