Indeed, I have no objection to this, but I have to the other.
What a singularity it is that those who profess a belief in Christ do not obey Him, while those who profess it in Mahomet or Moses or Boodh are obedient to their precepts, if not in certain points of morality, in all things else.

Carlyle is a vigorous thinker, but a vile writer, worse than Bulwer.

I breakfasted in company with him at Milman's.
Macaulay was there, a clever clown, and Moore too, whom I had not seen till then.

Between those two Scotchmen he appeared like a glow-worm between two thistles.

There were several other folks, literary and half literary, Lord Northampton, &c., &c.