Let no one sneer, he accomplished much; his life was peaceful, so was his death.

Are these trifles?
I wish I could describe him, for I loved the man, and with reason, for he was ever kind to me, to whom kindness has not always been shown; and he was, moreover, a choice specimen of a class which no longer exists--a gentleman lawyer of the old school.

I would fain describe him, but figures with which he has nought to do press forward and keep him from my mind's eye; there they pass, Spaniard and Moor, Gypsy, Turk, and livid Jew.

But who is that?
what that thick pursy man in the loose, snuff-coloured greatcoat, with the white stockings, drab breeches, and silver buckles on his shoes; that man with the bull neck, and singular head, immense in the lower part, especially about the jaws, but tapering upward like a pear; the man with the bushy brows, small gray eyes replete with catlike expression, whose grizzled hair is cut close, and whose ear- lobes are pierced with small golden rings?
Oh! that is not my dear old master, but a widely different personage.

Bon jour, Monsieur Vidocq! expressions de ma part a Monsieur Le Baron Taylor.