I said a few words the other night.  They were merely in reply, and quite unpremeditated, and were not ill received.  I feel that much practice will be necessary to make me a good debater on points of detail; but my friends tell me that I have raised my reputation by showing that I was quite equal to the work of extemporaneous reply.  My manner, they say, is cold and wants care.  I feel this myself.  Nothing but strong excitement, and a great occasion, overcomes a certain reserve and mauvaise honte which I have in public speaking; not a mauvaise honte which in the least confuses me, or makes me hesitate for a word, but which keeps me from putting any fervour into my tone or my action.  This is perhaps in some respects an advantage; for, when I do warm, I am the most vehement speaker in the House, and nothing strikes an audience so much as the animation of an orator who is generally cold.

I ought to tell you that Peel was very civil, and cheered me loudly; and that impudent leering Croker congratulated the House on the proof which I had given of my readiness.  He was afraid, he said, that I had been silent so long on account of the many allusions which had been made to Calne.  Now that I had risen again he hoped that they should hear me often.  See whether I do not dust that varlet’s jacket for him in the next number of the Blue and Yellow.  I detest him more than cold boiled veal. ["By the bye,” Macaulay writes elsewhere, “you never saw such a scene as Croker’s oration on Friday night.  He abused Lord John Russell; he abused Lord Althorp; he abused the Lord Advocate, and we took no notice;—­never once groaned or cried ‘No!’ But he began to praise Lord Fitzwilliam;—­’a venerable nobleman, an excellent and amiable nobleman’ and so forth; and we all broke out together with ‘Question!’ ‘No, no!’ ‘This is too bad!’ ‘Don’t, don’t!’ He then called Canning his right honourable friend.  ’Your friend! damn your impudent face!’ said the member who sate next me.”]

After the debate I walked about the streets with Bulwer till near three o’clock.  I spoke to him about his novels with perfect sincerity, praising warmly, and criticising freely.  He took the praise as a greedy boy takes apple-pie, and the criticism as a good dutiful boy takes senna-tea.  He has one eminent merit, that of being a most enthusiastic admirer of mine; so that I may be the hero of a novel yet, under the name of Delamere or Mortimer.  Only think what an honour!

Bulwer is to be editor of the New Monthly Magazine.  He begged me very earnestly to give him something for it.  I would make no promises; for I am already over head and ears in literary engagements.  But I may possibly now and then send him some trifle or other.  At all events I shall expect him to puff me well.  I do not see why I should not have my puffers as well as my neighbours.

I am glad that you have read Madame de Stael’s Allemagne.  The book is a foolish one in some respects; but it abounds with information, and shows great mental power.  She was certainly the first woman of her age; Miss Edgeworth, I think, the second; and Miss Austen the third.