_There lives at this time in Judea_, _a Man of singular Character whose name is Jesus Christ_; _the barbarians esteem him as a Prophet_, _but his own followers adore him as the immediate offspring of the immortal God_. _He is endued with such unparalleled virtue_, _as to call back the dead from their graves_, _and to heal every kind of disease with a word or a touch_. _His person is tall_, _and elegantly __shaped_, _his aspect amiable and reverend_; _his hair flows into those beauteous shades which no united colours can match_, _falling into graceful curls below his ears_, _agreeably couching on his shoulders_, _and parting on the crown of his head_, _like the head dress of the sect of the Nazarenes_. _His forehead is very plain_, _smooth_, _and large_, _his cheeks without a spot or wrinkle_, _save that of a lovely red_, _his nose and mouth are formed with exquisite symmetry_, _his beard is thick_, _and of a colour suitable to the hair of his head_, _reaching a little below his chin_, _and parted in the middle like a fork_, _his eyes grey_, _bright and clear_, _quick and serene_. _He rebukes with majesty_, _counsels with mildness_, _pleasant in speech_, _and invites with the most tender and persuasive language_; _his whole address_, _whether by word or deed_, _being courteous and friendly_, _elegant_, _grave_, _and characteristic of so exalted a being_. _No man has seen him laugh_, _but the whole world beheld him weep frequently_, _and so persuasive are his tears_, _that the multitude cannot withhold theirs from joining in sympathy with his_. _He is very temperate_, _modest_, _and wise_, _in short_, _whatever this Phænomenon may turn out in the end_, _he seems_, _at present a man_, _for his excellent beauty and divine perfections_, _every way surpassing the Children of Men_.