His carriage was erect and martial, and you knew not whether to admire most the weight and solidity of the man as he stood still, or the tiger-like spring in every limb when he moved.
Yet it was not one of these things which made me stand almost in awe as I saw him.

It was his face, which, if ever a man's face deserved the name, was beautiful.

I cannot explain why; for I have seen features more finely carved and better proportioned in faces which never seemed to me so beautiful as his.

I have seen more strength of mouth, more light of eyes, many a time, and yet never looked twice; I have seen faces as noble which never struck me as his did.

I know not how it was.
I think it was the expression which moulded all his face into a look, partly wild, partly noble, partly sad, and wholly gentle.