ntended, his imagination dead.
He was odious to many of his fellow-citizens, who considered him the hardest and meanest of men. He had lived among them for half a century, but he was no more a Philadelphia in 1830 than he was in 1776.
He still spoke with a French accent, and accompanied his words with a French shrug and French gesticulation.
Surrounded with Christian churches, which he had helped to build, he remained a sturdy unbeliever, and possessed the complete work of only one men — Voltaire.
"He made it a point of duty to labor on Sunday, as a good example to others.
He made no secret of the fact that he considered the idleness of Sunday an injury to the people, moral and economical.--He would have opened his bank on Sunday if any one would have come to it. For his part, he required no rest, and would have none.
He never traveled.
He never attended public assemblies or amusements.
He had no affections to gratify, no friends to visit, no curiosity to appease, no tastes
