Frank's grandfather has silver hair, but is still hale, erect, and
strong. His dress is homely but neat. Being a thorough-going
Protectionist, he has no fancy for the gewgaws of foreign importation,
and makes it a point to appear always in the village church, and on all
great occasions, in a sober suit of homespun. He has no pride of
appearance, and he needs none. He is known as the Squire throughout the
township; and no important measure can pass the board of selectmen
without the Squire's approval;--and this from no blind subserviency to
his opinion,--because his farm is large, and he is reckoned
"forehanded,"--but because there is a confidence in his judgment.
He is jealous of none of the prerogatives of the country parson, or of
the schoolmaster, or of the village doctor; and although the latter is a
testy politician of the opposite party, it does not all impair the
Squire's faith in his calomel; he suffers all his Radicalism with the
same equanimity that he suffers his rhubarb.
The day-laborers of the neighborhood, and the small farmers, consider
the Squire's note-of-hand for their savings better than the best bonds
of city origin; and they seek his advice in all matters of litigation.
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