52 MEMOIR OF DR. HARVEY. 



then, vale — longuni vale — to my native shores. I am in spirits 

 and merry, yet it is a serious undertaking ; but as yet I have 

 scarcely looked upon it in this light. Surely I shall have time 

 to think of this at sea. Look back five years, and who should 

 have thought that one of us would be building a house and the 

 other about to start for Africa ? Hast thou read the story of 

 the three Westminster boys ? Being true, it is very interesting. 

 They were Warren Hastings, Lord Thurlow, and William 

 Cowper. They sat side by side on the same form at West- 

 minster School, but how varied was the aftercourse of their 

 lives ! The renowned Governor of India, the stern Lord Chan- 

 cellor, the poor weak-minded Cowper, who, with all his misery, 

 was perhaps the happiest of the three, and has left the purest 

 fame for posterity. Well, I did not mean to run on in this 

 way ; but when I remember how we were brought up together, 

 and are now about to separate, with very different destinies, I 

 cannot help thinking how we may meet many years hence, 

 and what will be the current of our lives. Probably in every 

 respect different. 1 



The day before I left London I enjoyed a sight too beautiful 

 to be seen twice in one's life, at least such as 1 never expect to 

 see again. What was it ? Malibran or Grisi ? after whom the 

 whole Avorld is running mad. Paganini ? nay, verily. But 

 it was Archibald Menzies, in his eighty-second year, and as 

 fresh and hale, as much alive to the innocent enjoyment of his 

 youth, as he was sixty years ago. He was round the world 

 with Vancouver. But for the white hairs, I might have thought 

 I was talking to a young man. I could not keep my eyes from 

 admiring him. There is no apparent weakness, or slowness 

 even. His pleasure is to give others pleasure, and there are 

 few more capable of doing so. I regret much that I did not 

 call on Mm sooner, for I shall probably never see him again. 

 He wanted me to spend a week with him. We are just ordered 

 on board. Farewell, and be happy. 



1 Mr. Fennell settled on his property, and farming became his occupation, 

 but exposure to cold produced disease of the lungs, which made steady though 

 lingering progress, and his death preceded that of Dr. Harvey by about 

 seven A r ears. 



