IS MEMOIRS OP 



of Oxford. Mr. Day was alfo attra&ed bj 

 the fame celebrated abilities, which, five 

 years before, had drawn his friend into 

 their fphere. He was then twenty-four^ 

 in pofleffion of a clear eftate, about twelve 

 hundred pounds per annum. 



Mr. Day looked the philofbpher. Pow- 

 der and fine clothes were, at that time, the 

 appendages of gentlemen. Mr. Day w r ore 

 not either. He was tall and ftooped in 

 the fhouldcrs, full made, but not corpu- 

 lent ; and in his meditative and melan- 

 choly air a degree of awkwardnefs and 

 dignity were blended. We found his fea- 

 tures interesting and agreeable amidft the 

 traces of a fevere fmall-pox. There was a 

 fort of weight upon the lids of his large 

 hazle eyes ; yet when he declaimed, 



-" Of good and evil, 



" Paflion, and apathy, and glory, and fhame,'-' 



very expreffive were the energies gleaming 



from 



