True it is I do not find in Charles Lloyd, what a man must have before I can think him my friend, a steady and consistent character, in whatever is of importance. He will, I believe, always be the same, and I should be much surprized at any wrong or immoral action in him — but for little contemptible frivolities, for those ficklenesses that I despise — he is full of them. I do not respect him, and I cannot love where I cannot respect, but if any exertion of mine would serve him, if a leg or an arm would be of use, I should be ready always to proffer myself to assist him. My dear Tom I have long since ceased to estimate men according to their genius. I want men who will act with me, not talk with me.