It Seems To Me That

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

I Am Sure That The Sad Days And Happenings Were Rare, And That I Lived The Joyous And Careless Life Of Other Children; But Just Because The Happy Days Were So Habitual To Me They Made No Impression Upon My Mind, And I Can No Longer Recall Them.

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

I Do Not Exactly Remember At What Period I Started My Museum Which Absorbed So Much Of My Time.

Often, Before Returning Home, I Would Take A Long And Roundabout Way And Pass By The Peaceful Ramparts From Where I Had Glimpses Of Other Provinces, And A Sight Of The Distant Country.