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with redoubled force, as it shows what the man was, not only in hia 

 relations to the world, but more particularly to his domestic 

 circle. Around the plain iron railings which enclose his grave, sleep 

 many of his servants, garnered, like himself, after years of good sei-vice, 

 the desire of each apparently having been to lie as nearly as possible by 

 " the master," even in death. But the shadows are gathering round us, 

 increasing rapidly in length and massiveness, and we once more cast 

 linc'ering glances on the more distant outlines of the well-known 

 landscape fading under the subdued light of the setting sun. It is fancy, 

 but his rays seem to linger also, like ourselves, upon spots visited in years 

 long gone by, when, in the freshness of our ardour in the pursuit to 

 science, "were all emotions beautiful and new." As the pall of night 

 settles over them, we musingly continue our journey homewards, shaping, 

 as far as possible, into the record here given, the thoughts and events 

 of an August day. 



