licity. Yet in
all the sensuous nerves which connect as it were the body with the
ideal, he was painfully susceptible. Hence a false quantity or a wrong
note in music was agony to him; and it is remembered with what ludicrous
solemnity he apostrophised his unhappy fate as one over whom a cloud of
the darkest despair had just been drawn--a peacock had come to live
within hearing distance from him, and not only the terrific yells of the
accursed biped pierced him to the soul, but the continued terror of
their recurrence kept his nerves in agonising tension during the
intervals of silence.

[Footnote 27: "Si quis in aliena tabula pinxerit, quidam putant, tabulam
picturae cedere: aliis videtur picturam (qualiscunque sit) tabulae cedere:
sed nobis videtur melius esse tabulam picturae cedere. Ridiculum est enim
picturam Apellis vel Parrhasii in accessionem vilissimae tabulae
cedere."--_Inst._ ii. 1. 34.]

Peace be with his gentle and kindly spirit, now for some time separated
from its grotesque and humble tenement of clay. It is both right and
pleasant to say that the characteristics here spoken of were not those
of his latter days. In these he was tended by affectionate hands; and I
have always thought it a wonderful instance of the power of domestic
care and management that, through the ministrations of a devoted
offspring, this strange being was so cared for, that those who came in
contact with him then, and then only, might have admired him as the
patriarchal head of an agreeable and elegant household.

Let us now, for the sake of variety, summon up a spirit of another
order--Magnus Lucullus, Esq. of Grand Priory. He is a man with a
presence--tall, and a little portly, with a handsome pleasant
countenance looking hospitality and kindliness towards friends, and a
quiet but not easily solvable reserve towards the rest of the world. He
has no literary pretensions, but you will not talk long with him without
finding that he is a scholar, and a ripe and good one. He is complete
and magnificent in all his belongings, only, as no man's qualities and
characteristics are of perfectly uniform balance and parallel action,
his library is the sphere in which his disposition for the complete and
the magnificent has most profusely developed itself.

As you enter its Gothic door a sort of indistinct slightly musky
perfume, like that said to frequent Oriental bazaars, hovers around.
Everything is of perfect finish--the mahogany-railed