"Let them rub it off by travel," said the baronet's brother, who was
a striking instance of excellent metal, shamefully rusted. I had
drawn my chair near his. Let me paint the honest old man: 'tis but
one passing sentence to preserve his image in my mind.
He sat in his usual attitude, with his elbow rested on his knee, and
his fingers pressed on his cheek. His face was shaded by his hand;
yet it was a face that might once have been well accounted handsome;
its features were manly and striking, a dignity resided on his
eyebrows, which were the largest I remember to have seen. His
person was tall and well-made; but the indolence of his nature had
now inclined it to corpulency.
His remarks were few, and made only to his familiar friends; but
they were such as the world might have heard with veneration: and
his heart, uncorrupted by its ways, was ever warm in the cause of
virtue and his friends.
He is now forgotten and gone! The last time I was at Silton Hall, I
saw his chair stand in its corner by the fire-side; there was an
additional cushion on it, and it was occupied by my young lady's
favourite lap dog. I drew near unperceived, and pinched its ears in
the bitterness of my soul; the creature howled, and ran to its
mistress.
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