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PROFESSOR OWEN 
CH. X. 
what do you suppose ? — a mysterious bit of sheet- 
lead, of which I send you a rough sketch. 
, OPEN 
! ED i 
IN 1804 
BY R. C. H. 
Buckland was very great at Stonehenge, and 
narrowly escaped having to fight a duel with the 
son of a Mr. Somebody, who, the Dean said, had 
written a book to prove that the architect of the 
mysterious ruin was Cain, and had dedicated 
the book to him to buy his acquiescence in the 
theory. ... I both amused and edified myself 
during the locomotive parts of my trip with 
studying “ Parthenogenesis ” and the “ Nature of 
Limbs.” I recommended the perusal of them to 
old Sedgwick.’ 
In September, Owen suffered another loss in 
the death of his old friend Frederick Dixon, of 
Worthing, at whose house he had spent so many 
happy days. Owen was with him at the time. 
The value which he set on Dixon’s friendship is 
evident from a letter to his wife, in which he says: 
‘ There was a genuine goodness in poor Dixon that 
makes me feel bereaved of a true friend, and in 
many difficulties, though small perhaps, always the 
best adviser about College and other such matters^ 
