To him the mercies of our Saviour speak in vain, to him in vain has been preached that sermon which fell from divine lips on the mountain--"Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth"-- "Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy." To him the New Testament is comparatively of little moment, for from it can he draw no fresh authority for that dominion which he loves to exercise over at least a seventh part of man's allotted time here below.
Mr.Slope is tall, and not ill-made.

His feet and hands are large, as has ever been the case with all his family, but he has a broad chest and wide shoulders to carry off these excrescences, and on the whole his figure is good.

His countenance, however, is not specially prepossessing.

His hair is lank and of a dull pale reddish hue.

It is always formed into three straight, lumpy masses, each brushed with admirable precision and cemented with much grease; two of them adhere closely to the sides of his face, and the other lies at right angles above them.