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eller with ample bald head ; Frank also slept, but, 

 waking at midnight, he saw, with horror, that two 

 of his red slugs had escaped and were crawling 

 over the traveller's bald pate. What was to be 

 done ? To remove them might waken the sleeper. 

 Frank sat, as it were, on tenter-hooks, until the 

 diligence stopped at the next stage, when, firmly 

 covering up the jar and what remained of the 

 slugs, he slipped quietly out of the diligence, re- 

 solved to proceed 011 his journey by another con- 

 veyance next morning, rather than face that man's 

 awakening.' 7 



Young Buckland took his degree in 1848, and 

 entered St. George's Hospital. " My object," he 

 said, "in studying medicine (and may God prosper 

 it !) is not to gain a name, money, and high prac- 

 tice, but to do good to my fellow-creatures and as- 

 sist them in the hour of need. . . . My object in 

 life to be a great high-priest of nature, and a 

 great benefactor of mankind." Wealthy, and of 

 the highest social position, he had determined not 

 to live for himself, but for the good of others. 



He was now twenty-two; genial, full of kind- 

 ness, democratic in his feelings, one of " nature's 

 noblemen." At his father's house, the Deanery, 

 he met Lyell, Davy, Faraday, Sir John Herschel, 

 Guizot, Liebig, Agassiz, Euskin, Eogers, Lord 

 Brougham, Sir Kobert Peel, Lord John Kussell, 

 Lady Franklin, Lady Shelley, and scores of other 

 distinguished persons. 



Here his menagerie was larger than ever. The 



