"I write," he says, "with tears of joy in my eyes." [214] There is a singular charm in such letters, penned by a man whose irresistible energy and inflexible firmness extorted the respect of his enemies, whose cold and ungracious demeanour repelled the attachment of almost all his partisans, and whose mind was occupied by gigantic schemes which have changed the face of the world.
His kindness was not misplaced.

Bentinck was early pronounced by Temple to be the best and truest servant that ever prince had the good fortune to possess, and continued through life to merit that honourable character.

The friends were indeed made for each other.

William wanted neither a guide nor a flatterer.

Having a firm and just reliance on his own judgment, he was not partial to counsellors who dealt much in suggestions and objections.