I have questioned whether the enchantments of your voice were more conspicuous in the intricacies of melody, or the emphasis of rhetoric.

I have marked the transitions of your discourse, the felicities of your expression, your refined argumentation, and glowing imagery; and been forced to acknowledge, that all delights were meagre and contemptible, compared with those connected with the audience and sight of you.

I have contemplated your principles, and been astonished at the solidity of their foundation, and the perfection of their structure.

I have traced you to your home.

I have viewed you in relation to your servants, to your family, to your neighbours, and to the world.