But this eulogium is too personal.

I hasten, therefore, to say that I never heard Colonel Milman speak harshly to a prisoner, or saw a forbidding look on his fine face.

One of nature's gentlemen, he could hardly be uncivil to the lowest of the low.
Colonel Milman always dressed well, and the little color he always affected was in harmony with his exuberant figure.

It was refreshing to see him occasionally in one's weariness of the dingy prison.

He usually stood at the wing-gate as the men filed in from exercise, and answered their salutes, with a word for this one and a smile for that.