I liken myself to Shakespeare's "Seven ages." I have been the baby,
the schoolboy, the lover, and the warrior, and I am now the Justice,
but unlike the poet's justice, I can not boast of "a fair round belly
with good capon lined." Having disappointed the poet in one thing, I
hope to disappoint him in another, and not to degenerate into a "lean
and slippered pantaloon."
_Servants' Ball,
January 10th, 1893._