and his prudent and industrious wife, endowed
with the best qualities of a New-England
woman, knew how to work with her own hands, so that the small resources, which men of the least opulent class would have deemed a very imperfect support, were sufficient for his simple wants.
Yet such was the union of dignity with economy, that whoever visited him saw around him every circumstance of propriety.1
Above all, he combined with poverty a stern and incorruptible integrity.
His nature was keenly sensitive, yet he bore with magnanimity the neglect of friends and the malignity of enemies.
Already famed as a political writer, employing wit and sarcasm, as well as energy of language and earnestness, no one had equal influence over the popular mind.
No blandishments of flattery could lull his vigilance, no sophistry deceive his penetration.
Difficulties could not discourage his decision, nor danger appal his fortitude.
He had also an affable and persuasive address, which could reconcile conflicting interests and promote harmony in action.
He never, from jealousy, checked the advancement of others; and in accomplishing great deeds he took to himself no praise.
Seeking fame as little as fortune, and office less than either, he aimed steadily at the good of his country and the best interests of mankind.
Of despondency he knew nothing; trials only nerved him for severer struggles; his sublime and unfaltering hope had a cast of solemnity, and was as much a part of his nature as if his confidence sprung from insight into the divine decrees, and was as firm as a sincere