He made a call at my father's house in Concord.

I was near one of the front windows, and heard a shout from a little crowd that had gathered in the street, and looked out just as Mr.
Webster was coming up the front steps.

He turned, put his hand into his bosom under his waistcoat and made a stately salutation, and then turned and knocked on the door and was admitted.

He was physically the most splendid specimen of noble manhood my eyes ever beheld.

It is said, I suppose truly, that he was but a trifle over five feet nine inches high, and weighed one hundred and fifty-four pounds.