Wheeling times and advertiser. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1839-1849, 1845-05-21
rem and ink sketches; from the the Boston
Atlas. Brougham and Mackintosb


IN pew beneath the gallery sat. amonqs
o'herS, TWO gentlemen, to whom nv attentio,
was directed, and employed the interval he.
,Iic 'lie service commenced, i'll examining
their outward and visible appearances for The 9
were both men of mark and now saw tbe,',
lor the 1irst time. As sat in pew which
ran at right angles with theirs, and was within
ear-shot, l had most favorable opportunity
OF surveying their features.
Inc phgSique OF one of the two was STRIKING
enough, and would anywhere have excited at .
'enuon; His face was plain almost tn upl;-
ness-the forehead high, but narrow. toyeTed
ABOVE his thick eyebrows, which every se.
como We're elevated and depressed with aston.
ishlng CELEBRITY; two fiery dark eyes peered
oul rom beneath these appendices and flash.
ea WIN intellect. But how shall describe
the most prominent feature of that face tho
nose? it seemed not small enouqb for y ,,oeaI
organ nor large enough for a proboscis We,
IL partook OF the characteristics of each: !,
was long, and turned up at its extremity. and
turned up SO decidedly that it seemed to have
mad violent quarrel with the mouth beneath
ana was determined to keep its distance from
II. mat nose was never still Ii seemed as
II IL mad some violent exercise to learn. and 81
was convulsively drilling for il. First il
twltched slightly-thcm its whole framework
would shake, in such manner, that its DIES.
truclon seemed inevitable then its point would
droop, and almost instantaneously rise with j
jerk. -Occaslonally it would 20 through !
pah'oi mic jig, with the two angles of the
mouth Tor partners, and the two fiery. deeu
SET eyes, would gaze down its bridge in q
strange manner. No, that nose was never still
perpetual motion was what it seemed i'm pur-
SUIT OF, and TO this day il may be seen twitch-
ing with every varying emotion of its NOSES.
sor. Some years after the period TO which |
am now referring, strolled into Westminster
Hall, and there, in the Court of Chancery. |
saw the identical nose, and il was as brisk and
hveiy as ever, wlisking away Chancery suits
WIN astonishing rapidly. | saw il again at
Exeter Hall, when its noble possessor was de-
hVerlnS ms great speech on slavery: il still
possessed ITS marvellous property of restless
y esS-and when last had the pleasure of be-
holding 1t, ii was wagging scornfully at the
Bench OF Bishops in the House of Lords.
Inc bgure to which this nose, or rather face
belonged, was tall and spare--and encased in
cloths winch might have been bought an hour
before, In Seven Dials. The coat had been
Dack-and when the wcarer afterwards left
ule ShIrch, i observed that his pantaloons
IsaC ii halfway down pair of unpublished
Wellington boots. Altogether the indi yiduaI
! am endcavoring to describe was a most NOT.
lCeabe man
And in more senses than one was ne 60
Tor, with all his eccentricities. no one yy;ll
Teny 10 Henry Brougham vast requirements
! es' IL was Mr.. Brougham who owned IN The
race ana ligure have portrayed
NeAt MIN was gentlemen of a far d;fTcrant
lie was rather past the middle
age, and had a most kind benevolent exnres.
son OF feature. His hair was growing grew.
and thought had furrowed her nnmistsleshe
lines between the inner angles of tbc eve-
Drows, which oveTshadoweda pair oflioht grey
eyes, III whose depths even a casual obsc7ye,
Gould not look without feeling that the Owner
d them was no common man. II was Sir
James Macintosh, the biographer. historian.
md philosopher
These two celebrated men presented in tbeir
PERSONAL appearances, most striking contrast
brougham was eternally fdgettine about ON
us Visiting his face into all manner Of
'ha pes-standing up and sitting down again.
oozen unes IN minute, and looking as
hough ne was hungry cannbal. or as If ne
wanted to dissect another Keats-for il ,eag
brougham, and not Clifford, who pcnned the
Unique IN the Quarterly, which, il is said
uiled The sensitive young poet-and which IL
,iIuoed te III the following parody OH the
Death Of Cock Robin"
"Who killed John Keats?
l. said the Quarterly.
Um BRoUGHAM so idrtarly
Twas one of my fcats."
say il was striking contrast 10 This 20
observe Macintosh sitting. as calmly as .
Chinese Mandarin ON mantcl. piece and liz
4, too, only nodding his head gently y,Lor
BrOughan addressed any ot.....t3:'y -.