I am more comfortable than I expected to be in this country; and, as to the climate, I think it, beyond all comparison, better than that of the House of Commons.
Yours affectionately T.B.MACAULAY.
Writing three days after the date of the foregoing letter, Macaulay says to his old friend Mr.Sharp: "You see that my mind is not in great danger of rusting.

The danger is that I may become a mere pedant.

I feel a habit of quotation growing on me; but I resist that devil, for such it is, and it flees from me.

It is all that I can do to keep Greek and Latin out of all my letters.

Wise sayings of Euripides are even now at my fingers' ends.