He was indolent by nature, averse to detail, and motion, and change: _that_ he conquered by deliberate rough travel.

He disliked new people: _that_ he set himself to conquer.

In the prime of his life, being of a nature to which health and ordinary enjoyments of life were very delightful and precious, death was suddenly and hopelessly set before him; he loved and was disappointed; and the one charge that was given him, the education of his friend's boy, was overwhelmed and ended in a moment by a little act of boyish carelessness.

Keenly sensitive to physical pain, the last years of his life were racked with it, every week, almost every day.
Such are the materials of a life.

Apparently self-regarding in idea, and prematurely cut short in fact, it has left results on a small circle of friends that will never die.