ord no surprise.
His brother tells us that good Mrs. Craigie thought he had somewhat too gay a look, and had a fondness for colors in coats, waistcoats, and neckties.
It will be remembered that in Hyperion he makes the Baron say to Paul Flemming, The ladies already begin to call you Wilhelm Meister, and they say that your gloves are a shade too light for a strictly virtuous man.
He wrote also to Sumner when in Europe: If you have any tendency to curl your hair and wear gloves like Edgar in Lear, do it before your return.
It is a curious fact that he wrote of himself about the same time to his friend, George W. Greene, in Rome: Most of the time am alone; smoke a good deal; wear a broad-brimmed hat, black frock coat, a black cane.
Life, i. 256, 304.
Of the warmth of heart which lay beneath this perhaps worldly exterior, the following letter to his youthful sister-in-law gives evidence:—
Friday evening .
My good, dear Madge,— you do not know how sorry I am, that I ca