itself in his brilliant eye and subdued decision of manner.
A good deal has been said, as Mr. Robert S. Rantoul has admirably pointed out, about Mr. Whittier's fighting blood; whether it came from Huguenot or Norman veins, or from his Indian-fighting ancestors who deserted the meeting trail and camp.
He had a good deal of the natural man left under his brown homespun, waistcoat, and straight collar.
He had the reticence and presence of an Arab chief, with the eye of an eagle.
Among all Howells's characters in fiction, the one who most caught Whittier's fancy was that indomitable old German, Linden, in the Hazard of New Fortunes, whom he characterised, in writing to Mrs. Fields, as that saint of the rather godless sect of dynamiters and atheists — a grand figure.
Besides the general spirit of freedom which Whittier imbibed with his Quaker blood and training, he had also in his blood the instincts of labour, which tended to the elevation of the labouring class.
This I know well