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title held in high repute, One among many honors, thickly strewn On my lord Bishop's head, his grace of Malta. Nobly he bears them all,—with tact, skill, zeal. Fulfills each special office, vast or slight. Nor slurs the least minutia,—therewithal Wears such a stately aspect of conmoiand, Broad-cheeked, broad-chested, reverend, sanctified, Haloed with white about the tonsure's rim. With dropped lids o'er the piercing Spanish eyes (Lynx-keen, I warrant, to spy out heresy) ; Tall, massive form, o'ertowering all in presence. Or ere they kneel to kiss the large white hand. His looks sustain his deeds,—the perfect prelate, Whose void chair shall be taken, but not filled.