But to all that fell from his lips, his eloquence, subtile and forcible as the wind, full and gently falling as the evening dew, lent a peculiar charm.

He is an admirable narrator, not rapid, but gliding along like a rivulet through a green meadow, giving and taking a thousand little beauties not absolutely required to give his story due relief, but each, in itself, a separate boon.
I admired, too, his urbanity, so opposite to the rapid, slang, Vivian-Greyish style current in the literary conversation of the day.

"Sixty years since," men had time to do things better and more gracefully than now.
With Dr.Chalmers we passed a couple of hours.

He is old now, but still full of vigor and fire.

We had an opportunity of hearing a fine burst of indignant eloquence from him.