He collected rare books and prints with avidity, but was no less generous in giving them away.

Indifferent to money, he hated to see a scrap of paper wasted.

He had a neat touch in epigrams, and a boyish delight in grotesque rhymes.

But there was no lack of grit in this accomplished, fresh-minded, and lovable man.

He had the tough fibre of his race; only it was the wrongs of others that called out its tenacity, not his own.