Like Lord Byron, he awoke one morning and found himself famous.

The beauties of the work were such as all men could recognise, and its very faults pleased.

The redundance of youthful enthusiasm, which he himself unsparingly condemns in the preface to his collected essays, seemed graceful enough in the eyes of others, if it were only as a relief from the perverted ability of that elaborate libel on our great epic poet which goes by the name of Dr.Johnson's Life of Milton.

Murray declared that it would be worth the copyright of Childe Harold to have Macaulay on the staff of the Quarterly.

The family breakfast table in Bloomsbury was covered with cards of invitation to dinner from every quarter of London, and his father groaned in spirit over the conviction that thenceforward the law would be less to him than ever.