I've a good mind to take you to see him, this very afternoon, before we go home.' 'Do,' exclaimed Hammond, 'I should like it immensely.

I thought him a hateful-looking old person; but there was something so thoroughly uncanny about him that he exercised an absolute fascination upon me: he magnetised me, I think, as the green-eyed cat magnetises the bird.

I have been positively longing to see him again.

He is a kind of human monster, and I hope some one will have a big bottle made ready for him and preserve him in spirits when he dies.' 'What a horrid idea! No, sir, dear old Barlow shall lie beside the Rotha, under the trees Wordsworth planted.

He is such a man as Wordsworth would have loved.' Mr.Hammond shrugged his shoulders, and said no more.