Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

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Portrait of Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table…

What I call an old man is a person with a smooth, shining crown and a fringe of scattered white hairs, seen in the streets on sunshiny days, stooping as he walks, bearing a cane, moving cautiously and slowly; telling old stories, smiling at present follies, living in a narrow world of dry habits; one that remains waking when others have dropped asleep, and keeps a little night-lamp-flame of life burning year after year, if the lamp is not upset, and there is only a careful hand held round it to prevent the puffs of wind from blowing the flame out. That’s what I call an old man.
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Portrait of Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table…

It is a fine sight, that of a gentleman resolving himself into the primitive constituents of his humanity. Here is a delicate young man now, with an intellectual countenance, a slight figure, a sub-pallid complexion, a most unassuming deportment, a mild adolescent in fact, that any Hiram or Jonathan from between the ploughtails would of course expect to handle with perfect ease. Oh, he is taking off his gold-bowed spectacles!
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Portrait of Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table…

We have settled when old age begins. Like all Nature’s processes, it is gentle and gradual in its approaches, strewed with illusions, and all its little griefs soothed by natural sedatives. But the iron hand is not less irresistible because it wears the velvet glove. The button-wood throws off its bark in large flakes, which one may find lying at its foot, pushed out, and at last pushed off, by that tranquil movement from beneath, which is too slow to be seen, but too powerful to be arrested.
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