Robertson said to me, "I want to know something about ragged schools." I replied, "You had better ask Dr.King: he knows more about them."-- "I ?" said Dr.King.

"I take care to know nothing of ragged schools, lest they should make me ragged." Robertson did not see through it.

Perhaps I had been taught to understand such suicidal speeches by my cousin, Lord Melbourne.
'The example of Christ, imperfectly as it may be understood by him, has been ever before his eyes: he woke to the thought of following it, and he went to rest consoled or rebuked by it.

After nearly thirty years of intimacy, I may, without presumption, form that opinion.

There is something pathetic to me in seeing any one so unknown.