I shall not know where to stop, and what would be bare truth to me would sound on paper like the fondest exaggeration.
"I mourn for the Commonwealth, which has lost before it yet had learned his name the promise of his eloquence and rare public gifts.

He blessed himself that he had been bred from infancy as it were in the public eye, and he looked forward to the debates in the Senate on great political questions as to his fit and native element.

And with reason, for in extempore debate his speech was music, and the precision, the flow and the elegance of his discourse equally excellent.
Familiar as I was with his powers, when a year ago I first heard him take part in a debate, he surprised me with his success.

He spoke so well that he was impatient of writing as not being a fit medium for him.

I never shall hear such speaking as his, for his memory was a garden of immortal flowers, and all his reading came up to him as he talked, to clear, elevate and decorate the subject of his present thought.
But I shall never have done describing, as I see well I shall never cease grieving as long as I am on the earth that he has left it.