Late hours interfered with his work.
But he was hospitable both to tutors and to undergraduates, liking to show himself at home in the old place.

Except for the failure of his health, perhaps in spite of it, his enjoyment of his Oxford professorship was unmixed.

He did not hold it long enough to feel the brevity of the generations which makes the real sadness of the place.

Many ghosts he must have seen, but he had reached an age when men are prepared for them, and his academic career in the forties had come to such an unfortunate end that comparison of the past with the present can only have been cheerful and honourable.

He found a Provost of Oriel and a Rector of Exeter who could read his books, and appreciate them, without prejudice against the author.