Even as a child I felt that he was peculiarly an Englishman.

Tales of injustice done on the Niger river would flush him in a heat of wrath till he cried out for fresh taxes to chastise the villains.

Yet at the sight of the beggars at his gates he groaned at the taxes existing, and enjoined me to have pity on the poor taxpayer when I lent a hand to patch the laws.
I promised him I would unreservedly, with a laugh, but with a sincere intention to legislate in a direct manner on his behalf.

He, too, though he laughed, thanked me kindly.
I was clad in black for my distant mother.

Mrs.Waddy brought down a young man from London to measure me, so that my mourning attire might be in the perfect cut of fashion.