Excerpt from In the Footprints of Charles Lamb To this house there used to come, to call on Hazlitt, a man of noticeable and impressive presence - small of stature, fragile of frame, clad in clothing of tightly fitting black, which was clerical as to cut and well-worn as to tex ture; his almost immaterial legs, in Tom Hood's phrase, ending in gaiters and straps; his dark hair, not quite black, curling crisply about a noble head and brow a head worthy of Aristotle, Leigh Hunt tells us; full of dumb eloquence, are Hazlitt's words. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.