We cannot imagine what he would have made of it, judging from the fragment which exists.

And yet that fragment is almost a masterpiece.

But his fertile mind had other schemes in prospect; and what such a diligent worker would have done with a decade or two more of years it is impossible to say, except that it is certain they would not have been wasted.

The extinction of a real mind is ever an irreparable loss.
As it was, he went to his rest after one of the greatest victories ever achieved in his own field of humane letters, and lived long enough to taste the fruits of his toil.

He was never puffed up, but soberly and without arrogance received his laurels.