I had ever beheld in any human head.
One seemed to gaze far into their azure depths.
A very sweet smile, not at all of the pensively-poetical character, lurked about the well-shaped mouth, and altogether the expression of Henry Wordsworth
's face was most winning.
He was dressed very fashionably— almost too much so; a blue frock coat
of Parisian cut, a handsome waistcoat, faultless pantaloons, and primrose-colored ‘kids’ set off his compact figure, which was not a moment still; for like a butterfly glancing from flower to flower, he was tripping from one lady to another, admired and courted by all. He shook me cordially by the hand, introduced me to his lady, invited me to his house, and then he was off again like a humming bird.’1
A later picture by another English observer is contained in Lord Ronald Gower
's ‘My Reminiscences.’
After a description of a visit to Craigie House, in 1878, he says: ‘If asked to describe Longfellow
's appearance, I should compare him to the ideal representations of early Christian saints and prophets.
There is a kind of halo of goodness about him, a benignity in his expression which one associates with St. John
saying to his followers and brethren, “Little children, love one another!” . . . Longfellow