But the aged inmate, though wrinkled as well, looked neat and hale.

Both wall and sage were compounded of like materials,--lime and dust; both, too, were old; but while the rude earth of the wall had no painted lustre to shed off all fadings and tarnish, and still keep fresh without, though with long eld its core decayed: the living lime and dust of the sage was frescoed with defensive bloom of his soul.
The weather was warm; like some old West India hogshead on the wharf, the whole chamber buzzed with flies.

But the sapient inmate sat still and cool in the midst.

Absorbed in some other world of his occupations and thoughts, these insects, like daily cark and care, did not seem one whit to annoy him.

It was a goodly sight to see this serene, cool and ripe old philosopher, who by sharp inquisition of man in the street, and then long meditating upon him, surrounded by all those queer old implements, charts and books, had grown at last so wondrous wise.