The last ode in my praise which I perused began, "Soon we hope they will recall ye, Tom Macaulay, Tom Macaulay." The last prose which I read was a parallel between me and Lord Strafford.
My mornings, from five to nine, are quite my own.

I still give them to ancient literature.

I have read Aristophanes twice through since Christmas; and have also read Herodotus, and Thucydides again.

I got into a way last year of reading a Greek play every Sunday.

I began on Sunday the 18th of October with the Prometheus, and next Sunday I shall finish with the Cyclops of Euripides.