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contributed little or nothing more of his own, in the 

 way of research, to the great regret of many. He 

 was in later years a much valued member of many 

 scientific societies and an habitual frequenter of the 

 Royal Institution, near which he lived. The cause 

 of his death, as I heard of it, was pathetic. He had 

 built and resided at a charming house in Surrey, near 

 Holmbury St. Mary, but retained his house in 

 Clifford Street for some years, where he occasionally 

 made appointments with old patients. At last the 

 time came for wholly abandoning it. He lingered 

 about the cold house, visiting every part of it for the 

 last time, for he had an affectionate nature, caught a 

 severe chill in doing so, and died of pneumonia. 



To go back to the year 1838. I greatly enjoyed 

 the tour and the companionship of Bowman, from 

 whom I doubtless imbibed and assimilated more 

 than I can now distinguish. The only event of a 

 medical character that I saw with him was a small 

 operation, the first I ever witnessed. A comic ex- 

 perience next occurred. I accompanied Bowman to 

 a lunatic asylum in Vienna. In those days I was 

 particularly shy and sensitive, and a consciousness 

 of even the least unconventionality made me blush 

 to an absurd degree. In one of the female wards, a 

 young, buxom, and uncommonly good-looking female 

 lunatic dashed forward with a joyful scream, she 

 clasped me tightly to her bosom with both her arms, 

 calling me her long-lost Fritz ! Tableau Amuse- 

 ment of the others, myself pink to the ears. 



I may as well here continue to talk about 

 Bowman. He was a most accurate and gifted 

 draughtsman of pathological subjects. One of his 



