Industrial Chemistry 



couraged. What mighty meditations in the 

 sombre church ! What glowing dreams, soon 

 to be followed by sore disappointment, when 

 experiment spoke the last word and upset the 

 scaffolding of my plans. Stubborn as the 

 slave of old amassing a peculium for his en- 

 franchisement, I used to reply to the check of 

 yesterday by the fresh attempt of to-morrow, 

 often as faulty as the others, sometimes the 

 richer by an improvement, and I went on in- 

 defatigably, for I too cherished the indomi- 

 table ambition to set myself free. 



Should I succeed? Perhaps so. I at last 

 had a satisfactory answer. I obtained, in a 

 cheap and practical fashion, the pure colour- 

 ing-matter, concentrated in a small volume and 

 excellent for both printing and dyeing. One 

 of my friends took up my process on a large 

 scale in his works; a few calico- factories 

 adopted the produce and expressed themselves 

 delighted with it. The future smiled at last; a 

 pink rift opened in my grey sky. I should pos- 

 sess the modest fortune without which I must 

 deny myself the pleasure of teaching in a uni- 

 versity. Freed of the torturing anxiety about 

 my daily bread, I should be able to live at 

 ease among my insects. 



In the midst of the joys of seeing these 

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