[It was at this period of his career that Macaulay said to the late Mr.Hampden Gurney: "Gurney, I have been a Tory, I am a Radical; _but I never will be a Whig_."] The day and the night together were too short for one who was entering on the journey of life amidst such a band of travellers.

So long as a door was open, or a light burning, in any of the courts, Macaulay was always in the mood for conversation and companionship.

Unfailing in his attendance at lecture and chapel, blameless with regard to college laws and college discipline, it was well for his virtue that no curfew was in force within the precincts of Trinity.

He never tired of recalling the days when he supped at midnight on milk-punch and roast turkey, drank tea in floods at an hour when older men are intent upon anything rather than on the means of keeping themselves awake, and made little of sitting over the fire till the bell rang for morning chapel in order to see a friend off by the early coach.

In the license of the summer vacation, after some prolonged and festive gathering, the whole party would pour out into the moonlight, and ramble for mile after mile through the country, till the noise of their wide-flowing talk mingled with the twittering of the birds in the hedges which bordered the Coton pathway or the Madingley road.