My father, I know, walked up from Wales, mending boots on his road for a livelihood.
He is not a bad scholar, he knows Greek enough to like it.

He is a Dissenting preacher.

When I strike a truism, I 've a habit of scoring it to give him a peg or tuning-fork for one of his discourses.

He's a man of talent; he taught himself, and he taught me more than I learnt at school.

He is a thinker in his way.