There was something, as it were, remarkable- yes, remarkable,
although this is but a feeble term to express my full meaning- about
the entire individuality of the personage in question. He was,
perhaps, six feet in height, and of a presence singularly
commanding. There was an air distingue pervading the whole man,
which spoke of high breeding, and hinted at high birth. Upon this
topic- the topic of Smith's personal appearance- I have a kind of
melancholy satisfaction in being minute. His head of hair would have
done honor to a Brutus,- nothing could be more richly flowing, or
possess a brighter gloss. It was of a jetty black,- which was also the
color, or more properly the no-color of his unimaginable whiskers. You
perceive I cannot speak of these latter without enthusiasm; it is
not too much to say that they were the handsomest pair of whiskers
under the sun. At all events, they encircled, and at times partially
overshadowed, a mouth utterly unequalled. Here were the most
entirely even, and the most brilliantly white of all conceivable
teeth. From between them, upon every proper occasion, issued a voice
of surpassing clearness, melody, and strength. In the matter of
eyes, also, my acquaintance was pre-eminently endowed.
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