Coal heavers in London stopped to stare at him as he stalked by, and it is well authenticated that Sydney Smith said of him, "That man is a fraud; for it is impossible for any one to be as great as he looks." Mr.Webster, as I saw him that day, was in the vigor of his splendid prime.

When he spoke in the Senate chamber it was his custom to wear the Whig uniform, a blue coat with metal buttons and a buff waistcoat; but that day he was dressed in a claret colored coat and black trousers.

His complexion was a swarthy brown.

He used to say that while his handsome brother Ezekiel was very fair, he "had all the soot of the family in his face." Such a mountain of a brow I have never seen before or since.

I followed behind him until he entered the carriage of Mr.Robert Minturn that was waiting for him, and as he rode away he looked like Jupiter Olympus.