He has fought a great many battles in his time, and conquered like the heroes of old, with no other arms than those the gods gave him.
The old hard-featured man who is standing near him, is really a good specimen of a class of men, now nearly extinct.

He is a county Member, and has been from time whereof the memory of man is not to the contrary.
Look at his loose, wide, brown coat, with capacious pockets on each side; the knee-breeches and boots, the immensely long waistcoat, and silver watch-chain dangling below it, the wide-brimmed brown hat, and the white handkerchief tied in a great bow, with straggling ends sticking out beyond his shirt-frill.

It is a costume one seldom sees nowadays, and when the few who wear it have died off, it will be quite extinct.

He can tell you long stories of Fox, Pitt, Sheridan, and Canning, and how much better the House was managed in those times, when they used to get up at eight or nine o'clock, except on regular field-days, of which everybody was apprised beforehand.

He has a great contempt for all young Members of Parliament, and thinks it quite impossible that a man can say anything worth hearing, unless he has sat in the House for fifteen years at least, without saying anything at all.