From that time the whole incident was blotted from his mind, and he forgot that some of his friends had forgotten the meaning of friendship.

The last two years of his life were indeed the fullest he had ever known.

Forty-two lectures in two terms at the age of seventy-four are a serious undertaking.

Happily he knew the sixteenth century so well that the process of refreshing his memory was rather a pleasure than a task, and he could have written good English in his sleep.

Yet few even of his warmest admirers expected that in a year and a half he would compose three volumes which both for style and for substance are on a level with the best work of his prime.