... Robert Hall his master – nor do I disparage Robert Hall by thinking Mr Irving a more useful minister. They are both stars. Mr Irving is nearer to the multitude – Mr Hall is the morning planet cheering the early risers from his distant orbit, coming with the day spring – and fading before the hum of the busy world begins. Irving’s mind is for the bustlers [torn, one word], the revellers of the eleventh hour, who perchance may be brought within his voice, and, being within it, be arrested and stayed on their way from the final consummation of barren joys. But I should be wearying you & myself if I were to gossip on in this way, and as my wife calls, I bid you good night and pray God to bless you, and me, and ours, and all mankind.