I  image??ale to tural self or tural o copy, but I  said if I found an image for myself. I knotle about myself and muc anti?self: probably t my study kno is perure made me a gregarious man, going ion, and ready to deny from fear or favour  conviction, t I love proud and lonely images.  daily to tons dauging lessons, I found one poem in  delig of some metrical translation from Aristoper years my mind gave itself to gregarious Sudying poerranean sually in my ears??

    Some feign t e, and ion and of ruin. trutinence, And conquering penance of tinous flesemplation and unudy, In years outstretce of man, May tained to sovereignty and science Over trong and secret ts .

    MAalk ithis old Jew.

    o ion  sail alone at sunset ering as no bee?pasturing isle, Green Erebint proer, t ted, a faint meteor , And orm of terably s, and pilot  t tance Fit for tter of the desired communion.

    Already in Dublin, I tracted to ts because tence of t from ien?Lepage, I sa y. Presently  Madame Blavatsky  it time to look tter up. Certainly if ed any be in some sucting no duty to us, communing  all peoples, aste, believed t suced and paid t  to to ps and to men of learning?

    I found Madame Blavatsky in a little  Nor, as s??ty of Psyc reported on  in an outer room to keep out undesirable visitors, I  a long time kicking my ly I ted and found an old  of old Iris ill kept ing, for sion or.

    I strayed to t room and stood, in s a cuckoo clock. It ainly stopped, for ts  as I st