FAREWELL. 103 



dulged in those pleasing anticipations 

 that generally absorb the mind on such 

 auspicious occasions. Not so with me; 

 for, however I might rejoice at once 

 more being in sight of my native land, 

 and on the threshold, as it were, of 

 the happy home I had left, a feeling 

 of regret, of depression, crept over my 

 spirits, as I felt and contemplated the 

 farewell I had just taken of my con- 

 siderate friend. 



There was something about the man that 

 attracted and commanded my respect and 

 veneration, if not my love, independently of 

 the interest that one awful occurrence in 

 his early life shed round his name, the 

 distinction he had already gained in the 

 service, or the reputation with which his 

 superior scientific endowments had stamped 

 him as an ornament to his profession. 

 Something also told me that with such 

 an excellent specimen of humanity and 

 myself there could be no compare that 



