FRANCIS TREVELYAN BUCKLAND. 41 1 



account to allow me to lie down. I then forgot 

 everything for several minutes, and my friend 

 tells me I rolled about as if very faint and weak. 

 He also informs me that the first thing I did was 

 to fall against him, asking him if I looked seedy. 

 He most wisely answered, ' Xo, you look very well.' 

 I don't think he thought so, for his own face was 

 as white as a ghost; I recollect this much. He 

 tells me my face was of a greenish yellow color. 



"After walking, or rather staggering, along for 

 some minutes, I gradually recovered my senses, 

 and steered for the nearest chemist's shop. Rush- 

 ing in, I asked for eau-de-luce. Of course, he had 

 none, but my eye caught the words. l spiritus am- 

 monice,' or hartshorn, on a bottle. I reached it 

 down myself, and, pouring a large quantity into a 

 tumbler with a little water, both of which articles 

 I found on a soda-water stand in the shop, drank 

 it off, though it burnt my mouth and lips very 

 much. Instantly I felt relief from the pain at the 

 chest and head. The chemist stood aghast, and, on 

 my telling him what was the matter, recommended 

 a warm bath. If I had then followed his advice, 

 these words would never have been placed on 

 record. After a second draught at the hartshorn 

 bottle, I proceeded on my way, feeling very stupid 

 and confused." 



In August, 1856, Dean Buckland died, and in 

 November, 1857, Mrs. Buckland. On December 

 17, her son wrote in his journal : " Thirty-one 

 years ago, at 6 A. M. ; I came into the world, at the 



