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with feelings of deep regret at our parting, 

 in the language of one of your own 

 poets 



" Farewell ! 

 A long farewell to all my greatness ! " 



No sooner were these last words uttered 

 than the NEANDERTHAL SKULL vanished 

 from my view : a low groan of indescrib- 

 able anguish ran through the assembly, 

 which gradually grew into a mighty roar. 

 It seemed as if Bedlam were let loose, and 

 that I was transported to some unknown 

 region, resembling one of the most stormy 

 scenes in the French Republican Assembly, 

 such as it was thus graphically described 

 by the Parisian Journals of July 8th, 1873 : 

 "At these words the whole left arose. 

 M. le Serve stormed; M. Locroy shook 

 both his fists ; the uncouth Col. Langlois 

 was furious; the mild M. Schoelcher pre- 

 cipitated himself to the foot of the tribune. 

 M. de Lafayette was in a state bordering 

 on delirium ; deputies stamped, kicked, 

 shouted, &c. ; and this tempest lasted for 



