Mary Russell Mitford,
Country Lodgings
“ In a word, the chief beauty of Helen Cameron was her sensibility. It was the perfume to the rose. Her little boy, born just before his father's death, and upon whom she doated, was a magnificent piece of still life. Calm, placid, dignified, an infant Hercules for strength and fair proportions, grave as a judge, quiet as a flower, he was, in point of age, exactly at that most delightful period when children are very pleasant to look upon, and require no other sort of notice whatsoever. ”
