I half hope he was jesting with us.

Certain it is that the eagles were wild with famine, and even the grandest of them, who had eyed us at first as if we were not fit to live in the same zone with him, when the meat came round, after a short struggle to maintain his dignity, joined in wild shriek and scramble with the rest.
Sir John Soane's Museum I visited, containing the sarcophagus described by Dr.Waagen, Hogarth's pictures, a fine Canaletto, and a manuscript of Tasso.

It fills the house once the residence of his body, still of his mind.

It is not a mind with which I have sympathy; I found there no law of harmony, and it annoyed me to see things all jumbled together as if in an old curiosity-shop.

Nevertheless it was a generous bequest, and much may perhaps be found there of value to him who takes time to seek.
The Gardens at Kew delighted me, thereabouts all was so green, and still one could indulge at leisure in the humorous and fantastic associations that cluster around the name of Kew, like the curls of a "big wig" round the serene and sleepy face of its wearer.