“The biography before us is indebted for its attraction more to the author than the subject. The personality of Tom Coutts does not strike us as original or impressive: his letters are pompous, prosy, and frequently ungrammatical. On the other hand, the prefatory chapters of Mr Hartley Coleridge, the ‘callidæ juncturæ’ with which he stitches together his bundles of letters, are quite delightful; and his historical vignettes are perfect in their lightness of touch and fairness of judgment.”
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“The author has had the good fortune to use for the first time the family papers, including the banker’s correspondence, which relates to affairs of the heart as well as to Mammon and to politics. Thus the book gives an intimate portrait of a successful man of business and throws new light on the history of his times.”
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“Lord Latymer is to be congratulated on having chosen Mr Coleridge to edit these papers and Mr Coleridge on the scholarly way in which he has carried out his task.... We must mention, in conclusion, an extremely characteristic series of letters from Lady Hester Stanhope, expressed with all her vivacious spirit. In spite of all the other riches in this book these should on no account be missed.”
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COLERIDGE, STEPHEN.[[2]] Idolatry of science. *$1.25 Lane 501
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“Mr Coleridge’s book is really not so much a protest against the idolatry of science as a general onslaught on the influence and on the achievements of science. His theme is that the vital things of life are feeling, thought, conduct, and that with them science has nothing to do. It cannot therefore raise the human mind or play the chief part in education. But he goes much further than that, and avows that science deprives man of beauty and magnanimity; that few of its ‘trumpeted triumphs’ have really brought benefits to mankind; and that it was in an evil hour that ‘James Watt and George Stephenson between them gave railways and factories to mankind.’”—The Times [London] Lit Sup