While he saw nothing in Mr.Falkland but matter of contempt, they appeared to be never weary of recounting his praises.
Such dignity, such affability, so perpetual an attention to the happiness of others, such delicacy of sentiment and expression! Learned without ostentation, refined without foppery, elegant without effeminacy! Perpetually anxious to prevent his superiority from being painfully felt, it was so much the more certainly felt to be real, and excited congratulation instead of envy in the spectator.

It is scarcely necessary to remark, that the revolution of sentiment in this rural vicinity belongs to one of the most obvious features of the human mind.
The rudest exhibition of art is at first admired, till a nobler is presented, and we are taught to wonder at the facility with which before we had been satisfied.

Mr.Tyrrel thought there would be no end to the commendation; and expected when their common acquaintance would fall down and adore the intruder.

The most inadvertent expression of applause inflicted upon him the torment of demons.

He writhed with agony, his features became distorted, and his looks inspired terror.