Emmanuel Burden, merchant, of Thames St., in the city of London, exporter of hardware : a record of his lineage, speculations, last days and death . nce; he ordered a bottle of onehunderd and eighty, and, when the bottlecame, a fiftli emotion entered Mr Burdensmind, to observe that it was champagne. Mr Barnett smiled. Leaders of men have led men always by asmile. Here also was a leader, and it is myduty to describe at great length this individualcharm. When Mr Barnett smiled, his lips, which hekept closed, did not bend upwards as they dowith commoner and weaker men, but down-wards like an arch
Emmanuel Burden, merchant, of Thames St., in the city of London, exporter of hardware : a record of his lineage, speculations, last days and death . nce; he ordered a bottle of onehunderd and eighty, and, when the bottlecame, a fiftli emotion entered Mr Burdensmind, to observe that it was champagne. Mr Barnett smiled. Leaders of men have led men always by asmile. Here also was a leader, and it is myduty to describe at great length this individualcharm. When Mr Barnett smiled, his lips, which hekept closed, did not bend upwards as they dowith commoner and weaker men, but down-wards like an arch, lending an astonishingvigour to his expression : the lower one, neverof a retiring curve, was thrust out superbly,glorying in its capacity, and the whole mouth,never exiguous, assumed heroic dimensions;the while for a moment his considerable eyesgleamed with kindly intelligence. At theircorners, three deep furrows spread rapidly tohis temples to disappear in the massive sub-stance of his face, when its features reassumedtheir normal and somewhat drooping calm. Such was Mr Barnett durinof these rareflashes which his friends already knew, and. THE SMILE MR BURDEN 159 which, after he had made the MKorio, weredestined to captivate no less than two crownedheads, a Prime Minister, four Admirals, tenGeneral Officers, editors in great profusion,innumerable professors, and a whole armyof divines. Such was the smile which illuminated the very-man from within, irradiated his genius and hisvision, fascinated for a moment—and was gone. Not till he had drunk one glass of onehundred and eighty did Mr Barnett fix hiseyes upon Mr Burden, and tell him, in ameasured manner, with what pleasure he now-met, by chance, a gentleman with whom theirarrangements were so soon to be once broken the subtle barrier whichseparates individuals and races from oneanother, Mr Barnett manifested himself amoulder and a maker of things in justly orderedsentences, whereby he settled, within a fewmomen
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