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I got lost, and could not remember the name of my hotel, 

 and wandered through the mud, and asked the Dutchmen 

 where I lived m Leipsic. I feel that I am at the extremest 

 point of my Quixotic career in Leipsic. I turn round to- 

 morrow, and start for home via Berlin, Brussels, Brunswick, 

 Ostend, Dover, and London. ... It is the morning of Sun- 

 day, 26th, and I am packed for Berlin. I have this morn- 

 ing seen the sick man — Prof. Charmac, a passionate physi- 

 ologist, rich, who is going to build a great popular school of 

 physiology — in wretched health; speaks English fluently; 

 had a letter to him from Foster; is in sympathy with my 

 project, and will help the German end of it. I shall be in 

 Berlin to-night ; shall try and leave there to-morrow night 

 for Brunswick, if I can get through. My bane and the 

 bane of my enterprise is overhaste. The Dutch are pro- 

 digiously slow. They continue as ever to have their doubts, 

 and I find it awful hard work to wait. Still, it will have to 

 be done but once, like gravitation and evolution, and so I 

 contrive to be patient. 



But things were moving in deliberate old Ger- 

 many much faster than our good friend realized, and 

 the tone of the next letter is more cheerful. 



London, December 2^ i8yi. 

 Dear Sister : I am back from Germany more dead 

 than alive, but still a good deal vital. It has been a 

 strange experience, that of the last month, but it has been 

 a success as far as such an expedition could be so. I wrote 

 you of France. Germany came into line more readily, and, 

 I think, more effectually. I have arranged for the exten- 

 sion of the series to Germany. Brockhaus, the great 

 house of Leipsic, will probably publish the series, paying 

 foreign authors seven and a half per cent. There is a Ger- 

 man committee, of which two members are professors of 

 the University of Berlin — Virchow and Rosenthal — the third 



