In truth he is a grand figure of a man, and it is only the more painful to know that the four corners of the popular form of the Anglican Church could not contain him. Never dining out, never walking out, sacrificing rarely to the graces, and never, save when in chapel he shows his suspected skull-cap, to be seen out of academical dress, he passes his time in an inaccessible study in company with a crucifix and entrenched behind a confusion of Italian pictures and the heaviest works that theology has produced… He works much on University committees, in Convocation and in Council, and allows himself no other recreation than that of confessing nuns… The most astounding fact about Dr Pusey is that he did marry.

I dare say he has done some good, but I feel to him as I do towards those poor Jesuit fathers that suffered in Elizabeth's reign. They are to be respected, pitied, and condemned as fighters against the light. When a man can't be at ease without a priest to bolster up his debility or nullity of conscience, it is time he went into a convent and stayed there. He isn't fit for wholesome workaday life, and his influence can't be good. It is a pity to see Liddon and such fine fellows warped by this miserable little man's teachings. He was not even a good scholar, and has never written a line worth reading.