He had become so urgent in the cause, so loud in his denunciations, that he did not stop often to speak of the good things around him.

Now and again he paused and blessed amid the torrent of his anathemas.

There are Dobbin, and Esmond, and Colonel Newcome.

But his anathemas are the loudest.

It has been so I think nearly always with the eloquent preachers.
I will insert here,--especially here at the end of this chapter, in which I have spoken of Thackeray's matter and manner of writing, because of the justice of the criticism conveyed,--the lines which Lord Houghton wrote on his death, and which are to be found in the February number of _The Cornhill_ of 1864.