I remember once having a conversation with a man of very great gifts – not only of intellectual power, but with some touch of that heavenly thing which we know as wisdom, that quality which, like Love, is both old and young, calm and fiery. He had not, however, been a conspicuously successful man – though he had achieved what many people would call success – because, I think, of a rather noble lack of the faculty of practical prudence; but he had been appointed, on the day on which I spoke with him, to a post of high dignity and leisure, worthy of him, and indeed singularly enviable. I congratulated him with heart felt pleasure, and said something about the satisfaction of seeing a man for once ideally placed.