He had been reading apparently in a large Bible, that now lay closed
before him, with one of his elbows resting on it, and on which his
spectacles lay. I had never seen a more benign eye, and his serene
high features, whose healthy hue betokened a green old age, were lit up
into the most bland and beneficent expression, as with lips apart,
disclosing a regular set of teeth, he smiled on a darling little
half-naked cherub of a child about two years and a half old, that sat
on the table beside him, playing with his white hairs.
He was a lovely little chubby fellow; a most beautiful fair-skinned and
fair-haired boy, with no clothing on but a short cambric shift, bound
at the waist with a small pink silk handkerchief. His round fat little
arms, and little stumpy legs, were entirely naked; even shoes he had
none, and in his tumblifications he seemed utterly to have forgotten
that he had no drawers on. But the glorious little fellow's head!--his
glossy short curling fair hair, that frizzled out all round his head as
if it had been a golden halo floating over his sunny features--his
noble, wide spreading forehead--his dark blue laughing eyes--his red
ripe cheeks, and beautiful mouth, with the glancing ivory within!--Oh,
I should weary all hands were I to dilate on the darling little
fellow's appearance; for, next to a horse or a Newfoundland dog, I dote
on a beautiful child. "Shall I ever have such a magnificent little
chap?" burst from my lips against my will. "I hope you may, sir," said
a calm, low-pitched female voice, close to me.
The soft musical sounds startled me more, under the circumstances, than
a trumpet note would have done. I turned to the quarter from whence
they proceeded, and saw two young women seated on one of the sofas at
the side. The eldest might have been about five-and-twenty; she was
very fair--I ought rather to write pale, all mouth and eyes as it
were--I mean no disparagement, because the features were good, but only
to convey the impression of them on my mind at the time. Her skin
seemed so transparent, that the blue veins were traceable in all
directions over her bosom and neck and forehead; while her nose was a
little--not red--but _fresh_ looking, as if she had been weeping, which
she had not been. A fine mouth, forehead, and strong well-defined dark
eyebrows, over-arching such eyes!--black, jet black, and flashing
through their long dark fringes.
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