I know well how dangerous it is for a public man wholly to withdraw himself from the public eye.

During an absence of six years, I run some risk of losing most of the distinction, literary and political, which I have acquired.

As a means of keeping myself in the recollection of my countrymen during my sojourn abroad the Review will be invaluable to me; nor do I foresee that there will be the slightest difficulty in my continuing to write for you at least as much as ever.
I have thought over my late articles, and I really can scarcely call to mind a single sentence in any one of them which might not have been written at Calcutta as easily as in London.

Perhaps in India I might not have the means of detecting two or three of the false dates in Croker's Boswell.

But that would have been all.