Christian Wolmar seems to have a particularly effective pair of rose-tinted glasses when he looks back at BR days.

And also it is using non-necessary spiritual attentions, because we see the dog in the way and we say excuse me, and we notify a piddle in the street and we are worried not to bestep it.

I forgette to tel you what a stirre he keepes against dumbe ministers, and neuer writes nor talkes of them, but hee calleth them minstrels, […] Used as an insulting pun for minister (“person who is trained to preach, to perform religious ceremonies, and to afford pastoral care at a Protestant church”).

So housel all our hackneys that they may feel Compunction in their feet, and tire at Highgate.