But the grasp was a warm
one, and the ceremony and the hand-shake conveyed his cordial
respect and warmth of regard. He always reminded me of the
Englishman in Crabbe's "Tales" who, I think, may have been
his kinsman.
The wish that Roman necks in one were found
That he who formed the wish might deal the wound,
This man had never heard. But of the kind
Is the desire which rises in his mind.
He'd have all English hands, for further he
Cannot conceive extends our charity,
All but his own, in one right hand to grow;
And then what hearty shake would he bestow.
Mr. Willard was once counsel before a magistrate in a case
in which he took much interest. A rough, coarse country
lawyer was on the other side. When Willard stated some legal
proposition, his adversary said: "I will bet you five dollars
that ain't law." "Sir," said Mr. Willard, drawing himself
up to his full height, with the great solemnity of tone of
which he was master: "Sir, I do not permit myself to make
the laws of my country the subject of a bet."
Another of the old characters who came down to my time from
the older generation was Samuel M.
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