Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 4, April 1852Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 4, April 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
As a conversationalist, it has not been our fortune to meet with many
who are his equals, either in the readiness or the variety of his
topics, the fine play of his fancy, or the mellow flow of his words.
There is not at this bar, a man of his years, who is his equal in
scholarship—who has accumulated so vast a mass of curious learning.
Upon all questions of History, Philosophy or Biography—he is the
referee among his friends. His accuracy is singularly nice—no event of
which he has read, seems ever to escape the tenacious grasp of his
memory. No quotation from the Classics, apt at the moment, is ever
wanting to illustrate or point an anecdote or a sentence. His knowledge
of old English literature is thorough, and his acquaintance with the
modern familiar and full. He is, in all respects a thorough
student—stealing the hours which others devote to idle pleasure or
indolent sleep, to enlarge his stores of knowledge and make broader and
surer the foundations of intellectual power.
The defect of Mr. Brewster’s character has been the terrible impetuosity
of his impulses, which would carry him to the gates of Hades in pursuit
of a foe, and through a burning river in support of a
friend—frequently, too, without stopping to ask whether either was
worth the sacrifice. Hence, he has sometimes become the assailant and
the champion, without the clearest notions as to which side victory
justly belonged. These impulses, too, were as quick as they were strong.
The lightning was not more sudden than his wrath—nor more certain in
its destructiveness. No man made an enemy of him and escaped the
well-timed blow. But his vengeance was rarely garnered, but blazed out
in a fury which lent additional terror to the funeral pile of his
victim. His generous sentiments are easily touched. His time, his
talents, his whole soul are given to the cause of a friend. There is no
halfway-house on the road to his heart—the door is fast shut, or the
whole of the spacious apartments are thrown open, and the visitor is
received amid a blaze of light from every genial corner.
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