What he said in the House was generally short and pleasant,--with some slight, drolling, undercurrent of uninjurious satire running through it. But he was a walking miracle of the wisdom of common sense. He never lost his temper. He never made mistakes. He never grew either hot or cold in a cause. He was never reckless in politics, and never cowardly. He snubbed no man, and took snubbings from no man. He was a Knight of the Garter, a Lord Lieutenant of his county, and at sixty-two had his digestion unimpaired and his estate in excellent order. He was a great buyer of pictures, which, perhaps, he did not understand, and a great collector of books which certainly he never read. All the world respected him, and he was a man to whom the respect of all the world was as the breath of his nostrils.

His speeches in the House were generally short and pleasant, with some slight, droll undercurrent of satire. But he had a good deal of common sense. He never lost his temper. He never made mistakes. He was never reckless in politics, nor cowardly. He snubbed no man, and took snubbings from no man. He was a Knight of the Garter, a Lord Lieutenant of his county, and at sixty-two had good health and his estate in excellent order. He was a great buyer of pictures, which, perhaps, he did not understand, and a great collector of books which he never read. All the world respected him.
