The eyes of the good abbe also grew moist: he was profoundly moved; he gazed with veneration upon this hero; he was filled with respect for this antique character, for this truly celestial soul.

He never had seen anything like it, either in the odes or in the epistles of Horace.

Lollius himself was surpassed.

Transported with admiration, he opened wide his arms to Samuel Brohl, spreading them out their full length, as though otherwise they might fail to accomplish their object, and, clasping him to his bosom, he cried: "Ah! my dear count, how grand you are! You are immense as the world!".