have I raised thee up, that I might show in thee My power."

As I am in very great haste with this letter, I shall have but
little time to write. I am sorry to hear that some nameless
friend of Papa's denounced my voice as remarkably loud. I have
accordingly resolved to speak in a moderate key except on the
undermentioned special occasions. Imprimis, when I am speaking at
the same time with three others. Secondly, when I am praising the
Christian Observer. Thirdly, when I am praising Mr. Preston or
his sisters I may be allowed to speak in my loudest voice, that
they may hear me.

I saw to-day that greatest of churchmen, that pillar of
Orthodoxy, that true friend to the Liturgy, that mortal enemy to
the Bible Society,--Herbert Marsh, D.D., Professor of Divinity on
Lady Margaret's foundation. I stood looking at him for about ten
minutes, and shall always continue to maintain that he is a very
ill-favoured gentleman as far as outward appearance is concerned.
I am going this week to spend a day or two at Dean Milner's,
where I hope, nothing unforeseen preventing, to see you in about
two months' time.

Ever your affectionate son,

T.B. MACAULAY.

In the course of the year 1814 Mr. Preston removed his establishment
to Aspenden Hall near Buntingford, in Hertfordshire; a large
old-fashioned mansion, standing amidst extensive shrubberies, and
a pleasant undulating domain sprinkled with fine timber. The house