His cheeks were pallid and lank, his eyes sunken, his forehead overshadowed by coarse straggling hairs, his teeth large and irregular, though sound and brilliantly white, and his chin discoloured by a tetter.

His skin was of coarse grain, and sallow hue.
Every feature was wide of beauty, and the outline of his face reminded you of an inverted cone.
And yet his forehead, so far as shaggy locks would allow it to be seen, his eyes lustrously black, and possessing, in the midst of haggardness, a radiance inexpressibly serene and potent, and something in the rest of his features, which it would be in vain to describe, but which served to betoken a mind of the highest order, were essential ingredients in the portrait.

This, in the effects which immediately flowed from it, I count among the most extraordinary incidents of my life.

This face, seen for a moment, continued for hours to occupy my fancy, to the exclusion of almost every other image.

I had purposed to spend the evening with my brother, but I could not resist the inclination of forming a sketch upon paper of this memorable visage.