e sound of distant winds and waters. It is not time yet;
we are not fatigued; we are good for another hour still, and so protesting
against bed, we falter and drop into the dreamless sleep which nature
assigns to fatigue and satiety.

He then spoke a little eulogy of his brother, very polished, and,
indeed, in a kind of way, eloquent. He possessed in a high degree that
accomplishment, too little cultivated, I think, by the present generation,
of expressing himself with perfect precision and fluency. There was, too,
a good deal of slight illustrative quotation, and a sprinkling of French
flowers, over his conversation, which gave to it a character at once
elegant and artificial. It was all easy, light, and pointed, and being
quite new to me, had a wonderful fascination.

He then told me that Bartram was the temple of liberty, that the health of
a whole life was founded in a few years of youth, air, and exercise, and
that accomplishments, at least, if not education, should wait upon health.
Therefore, while at Bartram, I should dispose of my time quite as I
pleased, and the more I plundered the garden and gipsied in the woodlands,
the better.

Then he told me what a miserable invalid he was, and how the doctors
interfered with his frugal tastes. A glass of beer and a mutton chop--his
ideal of a dinner--he dared not touch. They made him drink light wines,
which he detested, and live upon those artificial abominations all liking
for which vanishes with youth.

There stood on a side-table, in its silver coaster, a long-necked Rhenish
bottle, and beside it a thin pink glass, and he quivered his fingers in a
peevish way toward them.

But unless he found himself better very soon, he would take his case into
his own hands, and try the dietary to which nature pointed.

He waved his fingers toward his bookcases, and told me his books were
altogether at my service during my stay; but this promise ended, I must
confess, disappointingly. At last, remarking that I must be fatigued, he
rose, and kissed me with a solemn tenderness, placed his hand upon what I
now perceived to be a large Bible, with two broad silk markers, red and
gold, folded in it--the one, I might conjecture, indicating the place in
the Old, the other in the New Testament. It stood on the small table that
supported the waxlights, with a handsome cut bottle of eau-de-cologne, his
gold and jewelled pencil-case, and his chased repeater, chain, and seals,
beside it.