After he had sailed for India there were found in his chambers between fifty and sixty strops, hacked into strips and splinters, and razors without beginning or end.

About the same period he hurt his hand, and was reduced to send for a barber.
After the operation, he asked what was to pay.

"Oh, Sir," said the man, "whatever you usually give the person who shaves you." "In that case," said Macaulay, "I should give you a great gash on each cheek." During an epoch when, at our principal seats of education, athletic pursuits are regarded as a leading object of existence rather than as a means of health and recreation, it requires some boldness to confess that Macaulay was utterly destitute of bodily accomplishments, and that he viewed his deficiencies with supreme indifference.

He could neither swim, nor row, nor drive, nor skate, nor shoot.

He seldom crossed a saddle, and never willingly.