givinginafewwordstheimpressionthateachonemadeonhim——butthesenotesareunfortunatelylost。Hewassensitivetodifferencesinstyle，andenjoyedthelateMrs。VernonLushington’splayingintensely，andinJune1881，whenHansRichterpaidavisitatDown，hewasrousedtostrongenthusiasmbyhismagnificentperformanceonthepiano。Hemuchenjoyedgoodsinging，andwasmovedalmosttotearsbygrandorpatheticsongs。
HisnieceLadyFarrer’ssingingofSullivan’s\"Willhecome\"wasanever—
failingenjoymenttohim。Hewashumbleintheextremeabouthisowntaste，andcorrespondinglypleasedwhenhefoundthatothersagreedwithhim。
Hebecamemuchtiredintheevenings，especiallyoflateyears，whenheleftthedrawing—roomaboutten，goingtobedathalf—pastten。Hisnightsweregenerallybad，andheoftenlayawakeorsatupinbedforhours，sufferingmuchdiscomfort。Hewastroubledatnightbytheactivityofhisthoughts，andwouldbecomeexhaustedbyhismindworkingatsomeproblemwhichhewouldwillinglyhavedismissed。Atnight，too，anythingwhichhadvexedortroubledhiminthedaywouldhaunthim，andIthinkitwasthenthathesufferedifhehadnotansweredsometroublesomeperson’sletter。
Theregularreadings，whichIhavementioned，continuedforsomanyyears，enabledhimtogetthroughagreatdealoflighterkindsofliterature。Hewasextremelyfondofnovels，andIrememberwellthewayinwhichhewouldanticipatethepleasureofhavinganovelreadtohim，ashelaydown，orlightedhiscigarette。Hetookavividinterestbothinplotandcharacters，andwouldonnoaccountknowbeforehand，howastoryfinished;