I saw them, also on Saturday night, after their work was done, going to receive its poor wages, looking pallid and dull, as if they had spent on tempering the steel that vital force that should have tempered themselves to manhood.
We saw, also, Chatsworth, with its park and mock wilderness, and immense conservatory, and really splendid fountains and wealth of marbles.

It is a fine expression of modern luxury and splendor, but did not interest me; I found little there of true beauty or grandeur.
Warwick Castle is a place entirely to my mind, a real representative of the English aristocracy in the day of its nobler life.

The grandeur of the pile itself, and its beauty of position, introduce you fitly to the noble company with which the genius of Vandyke has peopled its walls.

But a short time was allowed to look upon these nobles, warriors, statesmen, and ladies, who gaze upon us in turn with such a majesty of historic association, yet was I very well satisfied.

It is not difficult to see men through the eyes of Vandyke.