At rest, his features, though those of a man of mark, are not such as belong to a handsome man; but when his fine dark gray eyes are lighted up by any emotion, and his features begin their play, he would be chosen from among a crowd as one who had in him not only the kindly sentiments which women love but the heavier metal of which full-grown men and Presidents are made.

His hair is black, and, though thin, is wiry.

His head sits well on his shoulders, but beyond that it defies description.

It nearer resembles that of Clay than that of Webster; but it is unlike either.

It is very large, and phrenologically well proportioned, betokening power in all its developments.