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I threw myself into the carriage that was to convey me away,

hardly knowing whither I was going, and careless of what was

passing around. I remembered only, and it was with a bitter

anguish that I reflected on it, to order that my chemical

instruments should be packed to go with me. Filled with dreary

imaginations, I passed through many beautiful and majestic

scenes, but my eyes were fixed and unobserving. I could only

think of the bourne of my travels and the work which was to

occupy me whilst they endured.