They did not generate affliction and fear, but they diffused over his behaviour a certain air of forethought and sobriety.
The principal effect of this temper was visible in his features and tones.

These, in general, bespoke a sort of thrilling melancholy.

I scarcely ever knew him to laugh.

He never accompanied the lawless mirth of his companions with more than a smile, but his conduct was the same as ours.
He partook of our occupations and amusements with a zeal not less than ours, but of a different kind.

The diversity in our temper was never the parent of discord, and was scarcely a topic of regret.