Part 10 (1/1)

For a time he was utterly broken-hearted; and not only broken-hearted, but broken-spirited, and incapable of attacking the least difficulty

All the springs of his nature were softened, so that if anything was cast upon him, there it re an to recover when he was forced to give up work altogether and take a long holiday To do this he was obliged to leave Mr Wollaston, and thehis much- needed rest were afforded him, partly by what he had saved, and partly by the kindness of one or thoht that Miss Mardon's death would permanently increase my friend's intellectual despondency, but it did not On the contrary, he gradually grew out of it A crisis seemed to take a turn just then, and he became less involved in his old speculations, andhappened; there was some word revealed to him, or there was some recoil, soloom which drove him out of it

He accidentally renewed his acquaintance with the butterfly-catcher, as obliged to leave the country and coive up his old hobby, and the two friends used every Sunday in summer time to sally forth so day upon the downs and in the green lanes of Surrey Both of the the week Rutherford, who had learned shorthand when he was young, got eallery of the House of Co insects like his companion, nor indeed to any scientific pursuits, but he certainly changed

I find it very difficult to describe exactly what the change was, because it was into nothing positive; into no sect, party, nor special o off into absolute denial I re me, that to suppress speculation would be a violence done to our nature as unnatural as if ere to prohibit ourselves froht; as if ere to deter in this respect, and that we ought to be so constructed as not to be able to see anything but the earth and what lies on it Still, these things in a radually into a peace not formally concluded, and with no specific stipulations, but nevertheless definite He was content to rest and wait Better health and tiht this about The passage of years gradually relaxed his anxiety about death by loosening his anxiety for life without loosening his love of life

But I would rather not go into any further details, because I still cherish the hope that some day or the other I may recover the contents of the diary I am afraid that up to this point he has misrepresented himself, and that those who read his story will think hioist, selfish and self-absorbed Morbid he may have been, but selfish he was not A more perfect friend I never knew, nor one more capable of coard, and I can only hope that it ood fortune to find the raphically in a soht to that in which he appears now