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Through The Study Of Fossils I Had Already Been Initiated Into The Mysteries Of Prehistoric Creations.

I Still Held Fast To My Determination To Become A Minister; It Still Seemed To Me That That Was My Duty. I Had Pledged Myself, In My Prayers I Had Given My Word To God. How Could I Therefore Break My Vow?

I Still Went To Church Regularly Every Sunday; That Is We All Went There Together. I Reverenced The Family Pew Where We Had Assembled For So Many Years; And Apart From That Reason I Hold It Dear Because It Is Associated In My Memory With My Mother.

My Books Were Always Full Of Ink Blots, Always Stained And Covered With Smeared Sketches And Pictures, Which One Draws Idly When His Attention Wanders From His Task.

Painting And Music Were The Only Things I Worked At Industriously And Faithfully.