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into the rest where there is no further novelty to occupy the 

 mind, but where knowledge is full and clear. Still, while I am 

 here, it is my pleasure to pursue the line of study for which I 

 seem to be best fitted, with as much ardour as if I were adding to 

 my own wealth ; and I do so with the greater zest and zeal, 

 because I feel I am not adding to my own wealth, but amassing 

 for a permanent undying institution like Trinity College, Dublin. 

 I should not have a tithe of the pleasure I now have in my 

 pursuit, if I thought that all my collections would be dispersed 

 at my death ; and I could go on as zealously working for the 

 mere advancement of knowledge were I in the last stage of con- 

 sumption, and felt that what I was working at could never be of 

 use to myself further than as a present occupation and amuse- 

 ment. I am grateful for that amusement and occupation while 

 it lasts. It serves my purpose for the moment, and leaves no 

 deeper impression. As for posthumous scientific fame, I have 

 long ceased to care much about it, more than that I should like 

 to leave nothing behind me of which my friends need feel 

 ashamed. If there be any posthumous fame that I wish for, it 

 is that of my great-great-great-grandfather, old Henry Harvey 

 of Ballyhacket. " He was an innocent, honest man, who loved 

 his friends and the truth he made profession of." But I feel 

 I have a long long pull to make before I can come up to 

 this mark. 



To Mrs. F . 



Belfast, Port Fa'uy, New South Wales. 



I wrote to you from Melbourne early in last month, and 

 arrived here (after many detentions) on the first instant. I 

 have not learned much more to tell you of your poor boy. I 

 copy for you a few lines written in pencil in his memorandum 

 book, probably not more than a few weeks before his sudden 

 summons. He had evidently intended putting on paper some 

 account of his life, but seems to have been interrupted and 

 never to have resumed the matter. No doubt, however, in 

 thought he had reviewed the whole. I trust, therefore, that wo 

 may take these few lines so traced, as evidence of a much fuller 

 opening of the mind to Him that seeth in secret, and that in 

 his solitary tent at midnight in the wilderness, he found that 

 communion which he had failed to discover under more favour- 



