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the glorious bays that he had roamed with gun or 

 hammer, and we rounded the great cliffs to the perpen- 

 dicular glory of which he was accustomed, but which 

 almost stunned me. He stepped over the slippery, 

 fossil-strewn beach, like an old war-horse roused by 

 the long forgotten sound of his trumpet. Indeed, he 

 seemed through these weeks in almost everything a 

 boy again ; and I have wondered since if he felt at 

 all that this might be his last look of the beauties he 

 loved so dearly. He was so fresh and bright and 

 joyous that no thought of the kind spoiled my 

 pleasure. Our last day was spent at Hackness, in 

 the home of his old schoolfellow and lifelong friend, 

 Mr. Robert Turnbull. 



Still, this summer of '87 was only a flicker, and, as 

 it proved, the last flicker of health. His strength had 

 been a good deal undermined by an attack of dia- 

 betes in '83 and '84, and it now steadily declined. 

 A couple of years later, as we were riding up the 

 " Engstlen Alp," in the Oberland, one of the horses 

 kicked his shin. He suffered a good deal, notwith- 

 standing the daily care of Dr. Bardeleben, Surgeon 

 General of the German Army, who happened to be 

 in the same little chalet, indeed he was disabled for 

 the whole of our visit ; and we suspected the pros- 

 tration arose more from previous over-fatigue than 

 from the wound. 



Though during the following winter, lectures, 

 classes, and even his garden gave more fatigue 

 than pleasure, it was not until the close of a 



