But, then, he never met Macaulay.

"Some little ape called Keble," is not a happy formula for the author of the Christian Year, and this is one of the phrases which I think Froude might well have omitted, as meaning no more than a casual execration.

Yet how minute are these defects, when set beside the intrinsic grandeur of the central figure in the book.

Carlyle mixed with all sorts and conditions of men and women, from the peasants of Annandale to the best intellectual society of London.

He was always, or almost always, the first man in the company, not elated, nor over-awed," standing on the adamantine basis of his manhood, casting aside all props and shoars." From snobbishness, the corroding vice of English society, he was, though he once jocularly charged himself with it, entirely free.