Little can be said of his head, except that it was small, narrow, and genteel; but his hat might be spoken of, and perhaps with advantage.

Of the loose but studied tie of his inch-wide cravat a paragraph might be made; but we would fain not be tedious.
"We will only further remark that he always carried with him a wonderful representation of himself, like to him to a miracle, only smaller in its dimensions, like as a duodecimo is to a folio--a babe, as it were, of his own begetting--a little _alter ego_ in which he took much delight.

It was his umbrella.
Look at the delicate finish of its lower extremity; look at the long, narrow, and well-made coat in which it is enveloped from its neck downwards, without speck, or blemish, or wrinkle; look at the little wooden head, nicely polished, with the effigy of a human face on one side of it--little eyes it has, and a sort of nose; look closer at it, and you will perceive a mouth, not expressive indeed, but still it is there--a mouth and chin; and is it, or is it not, an attempt at a pair of whiskers?
It certainly has a moustache.
"Such were Mr.Macassar Jones and his umbrella.

He was an excellent clerk, and did great credit to the important office to which he was attached--namely, that of the Episcopal Audit Board.
He was much beloved by the other gentlemen who were closely connected with him in that establishment; and may be said, for the first year or two of his service, to have been, not exactly the life and soul, but, we may perhaps say with more propriety, the pervading genius of the room in which he sat.
"But, alas! at length a cloud came over his brow.

At first it was but a changing shadow; but it settled into a dark veil of sorrow which obscured all his virtues, and made the worthy senior of his room shake his thin grey locks once and again.