NEAR his laboratory was his garden, which was kept in order by a gardener. I scarcely ever saw him do anything as pruning, etc., at it himself. When he has sometimes taken a turn or two, has made a sudden stand, turn’d himself about, run up the stairs like another Archimedes, with a eureka* fall to write on his desk standing without giving himself the leisure to draw a chair to sit down on. At some seldom times when he designed to dine in the hall, would turn to the left hand and go out into the street, when making a stop when he found his mistake, would hastily turn back, and then sometimes instead of going into the hall, would return to his chamber again.

His behaviour was mild and meek, without anger, peevishness, or passion. His thoughts were his books; tho’ he had a large study seldom consulted with them. When he was about 30 years of age his grey hairs was very comely, and his smiling countenance made him so much the more graceful. He was very charitable, few went empty handed from him. No way litigious, not given to law or vexatious suits, taking patience to be the best law, and a good conscience the best divinity.