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forth, commencing the first day’s record 
of his journal in the following words, 
which are written in so pleasant and 
characteristic a style, that I cannot 
withhold them from you without injus¬ 
tice to the writer. “ I set out alone 
from the city of Upsal, on Friday, May 
12th, 1732, at eleven o’clock, being at 
that time within half a day of five-and- 
twenty years of age. At this season, 
Nature wore her most cheerful and de¬ 
lightful aspect; and Flora celebrated 
her nuptials with Phoebus. 
“ Now the winter corn was half a 
foot in height, and the barley had just 
shot out its blade. The birch, the elm, 
and the aspen-tree began to put forth 
their leaves. The lark was my com- 
