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Now donatus rude* and reposing under the laurels 

 which he planted in his youth, he has found in the 

 house of a friendly village apothecary, that hos- 

 pitable shelter and security for his age, which none 

 of his former noble and titled patrons would deign 

 to bestow. Hail and farewell !' 



side. When he dies, his hands should be preserved in a glass- 

 case at the Pavilion, like Galileo's at Florence, as trophies of his 

 sufferings and glory. Broken, distorted, mutilated, half nail- 

 less, they resemble the hoof of a rhinoceros, almost as much as a 

 human hand ; but what feats have they not performed ? 



