"I have several acquaintances in this place. The first of them [Bennett] is a tavernkeeper, and he is also the worthiest. He is an old soldier of the revolution, and besides being six feet 4 inches high, he wears as a relic an enormous Cocked hat fore and aft. He is a good man, a great politician, a flaming democrat, and an adorer of Buonaparte. His understanding is infinitely inferior to his heart, which is made of the kindest stuf He is loved and laughed at by every body, and though he keeps a very bad tavern, he makes money in it, and much good may it do him. He is the only man, who, during the inconvenient, and on account of my constant absence from hence often very distressing residence of my family here, ever did us a kind office. And with him it was never necessary to solicit kindness, nor was it humiliating to accept it."