The Indianapolis journal., 1885-06-06

lip projects like shelf. He speaks with a slow,
sad, and soft voice, in the politest manner have
ness and sense, were it not that he seems decid-
edly given to pressing. Poor little DE Quincy.
He is an innocent man, and, as you said, ex-
tremely washable way.
THOMAS CAMPBELL. 1924
have also seen Thomas Campbell. Him I
like worst of all. He is heartless as little
Edin burg advocate. There is a smrk on his
face which would beft shopman or an auction
eer. His very eve has the cold vivacity Of a
copceited wording. His talk is small, contempt
uous, and shallow. Good heavens!" cried in
coming out, ''does literature lead to this?'
The same -four months Iater).
Thomas Campbell has far clearer Judgment,
NJ living well of thought and feeling in him.
head is shop not a manufactory and for
his heart, it is as dry as Greenock kipper
saw him for the second time the other night
viewed him more clearly and in a kindler light,
but scarcely altered my opinion of him. He is
not so much man as the editor of magazine.
His life is that of an exotic He exists in Lon
don. as most Scotchmen do, like shrub dis
rooted and stuck into bottle of water. Poor
Campbell. / sympathized with him. / could
have loved him, but he has forgot the way to
love.
BARON cUvIER 1924.
heard Cuvier deliver his Introductory lecture
on Comparative Anatomy" Cuvier himself
pleased me much; he seems about fifty, with
falr head & OF hair growing gray, large, broad,
not high head, a nose irregularly aquiline. re-
cedlng mouth, peaked chin, blue eyes, which he
casts upwards, puckering the eyebrows with
look OF great sweetness and wisdom, altogether
the appearance of an accomplished kind and
gentlemanly person.
LORD JEFFREY. 1881.
Walked over to the House of Lords; saw the
Chancellor sitting between two lords-and the
poor little darling (Jefrey), with gray wig on
it, and queer coatie with buges or buttons on
the cuffs, swapping away and speaking there in
foreign country among entire strangers.
SIR JAMES MACINTOSH. 1881.
On Saturday last saw Sir James Macintosh lat
Jeffrey's). and looked at and listened to him.
though without speech, broadish middle-sized
gray headed man, we'll dressed, and with plain
courteous bearing; gray. intelligent, unhealthy
yellow whited) eyes, in which plays a dash of
cautious vivacity, triangular, unmeaning nose,
BILE official air, not without due spicing of hy-
pocrisy; and something of pedantry both no
doubt involuntary.
LORD AND LADY HOLLAND. 1910.
Lady Holland is a brown skinned, silent sad
concentrated, proud old dame. Her face, when
you see it in profile, has something of the falcon
character if a falcons bill were straight, and
word spoke she none-sat like one won't to be
obeyed and entertained. Old Holland, whose
legs are said to be almost turned to stone,
pleased me much. A very large bald head,
small gray, 1nvincibe, composed-looking eyes the
immense tuft of an eyebrow which all the Foxes
have, stiff upper-lip, roomy mouth and chin.
short, angry, yet modest nose. l saw there
fire cid jarl an honest obstinate, candid,
wholesomely limited, very effectual and estima-
BILE old man.
FATHER MATTHEW. 1843
Father M. is broad, solid, most excellent
looking man, with gray nair, mild, intelligent
eyes, massive. rather aquline nose and counte-
nance. The very face of him attracts you.
DANIEL WEBSTER. 1889.
will warrant him one of the stiffest logic
buffers and parliamentary athletes anywhere to
be met with in our world at present. grim
tall. broad bottomed. yellow skinned man, with
brows like precipitous cliffs, and huge, black,
dull. wearied yet notwithstanding eyes under
them, amorphous projecting nose, and the an
griest shut nostrils have anywhere SEEN A
droop on the sides of the upper-lip is quite mas
tiff hke-magnifcent to look upon. it is so quiet
withal. l guess should like i'll to oe that mans
niger
HARRIET MARTINEAU. 1887
Two or three days ago there came to call upon
US Miss Martineau. whom you have perhaps
often heard of in the Examiner. She pleased US
beyond expectation. She is very intelligent
looking, really of pleasant countenance, was full
of talk, though unhappily deaf almost as post
so that you have to speak to her through an ear
trumpet.
The same. 1888.
At night Miss MarIineau and Darwin. The
visit as most of those from that too happy and
too noisy distinguished female, did nothing but
make me miserable. She is Journalist limited
in the extreme, and for the present altogether
triumphant in her limits. The all-conquerng
smallness of that phenomena victorious mainly
by its smallness, and which not only waves ban
ners in its own triumph but insists on your wav-
ing banners too is at all times nearly insupport-
able to me. Ach Gott! 1 wish this good Harriet
would be happy by herself. small character
is at all times only wearisome. The good Har
riet aGmires me greatly, and is very friendly to
me. This is the only contradictory circum-
stance. The whole cackle and rigmarole of such
an existence is absurd to me whenever
see it.
The same lS4s.
Miss Martineau was here and is gone broken
with utter wearisomeness. mind reduced to
these three elements: Imbecility. Dogmatism
Unlimited Hope. l never in my life was more
heartily bored with any creature.
KEATS. 1S42
Mines has written this year a book on Keats
This remark to make on it, "An attempt to
make us eat dead dog by exquisite curryipg and
cooking" Won't eat it. truly unwise little
ever more horrible to me. Force Of hunger for
pleasure of every kind and want of all other
force-that is a combination. Such structure
of soul, it must once have been very evident was
a chosen Vessel of Hell!-Away with it.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON. 1S4S.
Gave Emerson "Woods Athena" parted
with him in peace. spiritual son of mine?
Yes, in good degree but gone into philan-
thropy and other moonshne; for the rest, a Dig
nifed, serene, and amiable man of certain
indisputable natural faculty, whose friendliness
to me in this world has been great
MARGARET FULLER. 1848
Yesternight there came bevy of Americans
from Emerson, one Margaret Fuller the chief
figure of them, strange. lifting, lear old maid,
not nearly such bore as l expected.
SAMUEL ROGERS. 1848.
l do not remember any old man Che is row
eighty three1 whose manner of living gave me
less satisfaction: most sorrowful, distressing,
distracted old phenomenon towering over the
rim of deep eternities with nothing but light
babble, faulty, vanity, and the frostiest London
wit in his mouth. Sometimes felt as if I could