In my little book on Faraday, published in Eighteen Hundred
Sixty-eight, I have stated that he had but to will it to raise his
income, in Eighteen Hundred Thirty-two, to five thousand pounds a
year. In Eighteen Hundred Thirty-six, the sum might have been
doubled. Yet this son of a blacksmith, this journeyman book-binder,
with his proud, sensitive soul, rejecting the splendid
opportunities open to him--refusing even to think them splendid in
presence of higher aims--cheerfully accepted from the Trinity House
a pittance of two hundred pounds a year.
--_John Tyndall_