I feel, also, that there are many other persons to whom I ought to pay a
passing tribute of gratitude for much kindness shown to me; but as my
first duty is to my readers, I must not run the risk of wearying them
even by the performance of a virtue. But there was one, to omit the
mention of whom would be, on my part, the height of ingratitude, and, as
concerns the public, something very like approaching to a fraud; for by
the implied contract between it and me, I am, in this my autobiography,
bound to supply them with the very best materials, served up to them in
my very best manner. The gentleman whom I am going to introduce to the
notice of my readers was the purest personation of benevolence that
perhaps ever existed. His countenance was a glowing index of peace with
himself, good-will to man, and confidence in the love of God. There was
within him that divine sympathy for all around him, that brings man, in
what man can alone emulate the angels, so near to his Creator. But with
all this goodness of soul there was nothing approaching to weakness, or
even misjudging softness; he had seen, had known, and had struggled with
the world. He left the sordid strife triumphantly, and bore away with
him, if not a large fortune, a competence; and what also was of
infinitely more value; that "peace of mind which passeth all
understanding."
Mr R--- was, in his person, stout, tall, florid in his countenance,
and, for a man past fifty, the handsomest that I have ever beheld. I do
not mean to say that his features possessed a classical regularity, but
that soul of benevolence transpired through, and was bound up with them,
that had a marble bust fitly representing them been handed down to
posterity from some master-hand of antiquity, we should have reverenced
it with awe as something beyond human nature, and gazed on it at the
same time with love, as being so dearly and sweetly human. These are
not the words of enthusiasm, but a mere narrative of fact. He wore his
own white and thin hair, that was indeed so thin, that the top of his
head was quite bald. A snuff-coloured coat, cut in the olden fashion,
knee-breeches, white lamb's-wool stockings, and shoes of rather high
quarters, gave a little of the primitive to his highly respectable
appearance.
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