rm, and adapted him to all grades and sorts of people, fitted him, in conversation, to delight all men. He never staled and never flagged.
Even if the fund of acquired capital could have run out, his originality was such that his supply from the perennial fountain within was inexhaustible.
His humor was as various as profound—from the most delicate wit to the broadest farce, from irony to caricature, from classical illusion to the verge—and sometimes beyond the verge—of coarse jest and Falstaff extravagance, and no one knew in which department he most excelled.
His animal spirits flowed over, like an artesian well, ever gushing out in a deep, bright, and sparkling current.
He never seemed to despond or droop for a moment; the cares and anxieties of life were mere bagatelles to him. Sent to jail for fighting in the courthouse, he made the walls of the prison resound with unaccustomed shouts of merriment and revelry.
Starting to fight a duel, he laid down his hand at poker, t<