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suggestive. Look at his picture there, — large, strong 
features on a small face and head,— no blank spaces ; 
all given up to expression; a high predaceous nose, 
a sinewy brow, a massive, benevolent chin. In 
most men there is more face than feature, but here 
is a vast deal more feature than face, and a corre- 
sponding alertness and emphasis of character. In- 
deed, the man is made after this fashion. He is all 
type; his expression is transcendent. His mind has 
the hand’s pronounced anatomy,—its cords and 
sinews and multiform articulations and processes, its 
opposing and codrdinating power. If his brain is 
small, its texture is fine and its convolutions deep. 
There have been broader and more catholic natures, 
but few so towering and audacious in expression and 
so rich in characteristic traits. Every scrap and 
shred of him is important and related. Like the 
strongly aromatic herbs and simples, — sage, mint, 
wintergreen, sassafras, —the least part carries the 
flavor of the whole. Is there one indifferent or 
equivocal or unsympathizing drop of blood in him? 
Where he is at all, he is entirely,— nothing extem- 
poraneous; his most casual word seems to have lain 
in pickle a long time, and is saturated through and 
through with the Emersonian brine. Indeed, so 
pungent and penetrating is his quality that even his 
quotations seem more than half his own. 
He is a man who occupies every inch of his right- 
ful territory; he is there in proper person to the 
farthest bound. Not every man is himself and his 
best self at all times and to his finger points. Many 
