But "Old Fitz" could criticize and sum up Carlyle equally effectively. He most happily pointed out his inconsistency in praising the "Hebrew rags" of the old Evangelical beliefs when seen in Cromwell and his generals, and not being willing to let them still serve for humble folk in his own day. His tone here is singularly like that of Tennyson's well-known lines, beginning: Leave thou thy sister when she prays. "We may be well content," FitzGerald writes, "even to suffer some absurdities in the Form if the Spirit does well on the whole." He would probably have agreed with much of Tennyson's "Akbar's Dream," which he did not live to read. For the tenets of "Omar," "The Mahometan Blackguard," must not be taken as representing the whole of FitzGerald's philosophy, any more than his eccentricities and negligent habits must be taken as a complete expression of his life. Too exclusive attention has been paid to both. Dr. Aldis Wright, one of the few surviving friends who knew him really well, speaks justly of "the exaggerated stories of his slovenliness and his idleness," and "of the way in which he has been made responsible for all the oddities of his family." "Every tale," he says, "that may be true of some of his kin, is fathered upon him." And FitzGerald's own Preface to his translation of _Omar_ shows what his real moral and religious attitude toward the _Rubáiyát_ was. He felt bound, so far as the spirit, if not the letter, went, to present it faithfully, if not literally; but he speaks very gravely of it. "The quatrains here selected," he writes in the Preface, "are strung into something of an Eclogue, with perhaps a less than equal proportion of the 'Drink and make merry' which (genuine or not), recurs over frequently in the original. Either way, the result is sad enough, saddest perhaps when most ostentatiously merry, more apt to move sorrow than Anger toward the old Tentmaker, who, after vainly endeavouring to unshackle his steps from Destiny and to catch some authentic Glimpse of TO-MORROW, fell back upon TO-DAY (which has outlived so many To-morrows!) as the only ground he got to stand upon, however momentarily slipping from under his Feet." The truth is, Old Fitz's foibles, and indeed his faults, were only too patent to others and to himself. But if _noscitur a sociis_ holds good, Carlyle and Tennyson and Thackeray, Spedding, Thompson, the Cowells, and Mrs. Kemble, the friends of his whole lifetime, Lowell and C. E. Norton, those of his later years, may be permitted to outweigh his at times too tolerant cultivation and indulgence of his burly Vikings. Tennyson's relation to him was summed up in his letter to Sir Frederick Pollock which Dr. Aldis Wright quotes, but which may fitly here be quoted again: "I had no truer friend; he was one of the kindliest of men, and I have never known one of so fine and delicate a wit."