A bachelor, with a small private fortune, his style of living differed from the average of Congregational parsons.

His library was the only lion in our neighborhood.

His taste as a collector made him known abroad, and he had a reputation which was not dreamed of by his parishioners, who thought him queer and simple.

He loved old fashions; wore knee-breeches, and silver buckles in his shoes; brewed metheglin in his closet, and drank it from silver-pegged flagons; and kept diet bread on a salver to offer his visitors.

He lived near us on the north road, and was very much afraid of his landlady, Mrs.Grossman, who sat in terrible state in her parlor, the year through, wearing a black satin cloak and an awful structure of a cap, which had a potent nod.
I was pleased with Dr.Snell's notice; his smile was courtly and his bow Grandisonian.
Joe Bacon was waiting at the foot of the stairs.