In the main, there was no insight.

A logic-chopper, a dialectician--even in some respects a musing philosopher--such Lord Salisbury is; but breadth, depth, clear vision--of that there was not a trace in the whole speech.

And then you went back in memory to the other speech--so clear, so broad-directed, yet uttered by a man who looked straight before him and all around him--who felt the presence in his every nerve of that assembly there which he was addressing; who lived and saw instead of dreaming--and you could come to no other conclusion than that of the two leaders of the House of Lords, the young man was the statesman and the man of action as well as the orator, and that it was worth the spending even all the weary hours of this past week in the House of Lords to learn so much of these great protagonists in our Parliamentary struggles.
[Sidenote: Anti-climax.] Of other speakers I say but little.

I came in during the dinner hour to see a very little man with what we call in Ireland a "cocked" nose, a conceited mouth, and a curious mixture of the unctuousness and benedictory manner of the pulpit and the limp twitterings of the curate at a ladies' tea-fight.

This was the head of the Bishop of Ripon.