Do you remember my once writing to you about a mysterious Hungarian, whom we found in the University?
A few years since, this man died by suicide, as mysteriously as he had lived.

They found him in the laboratory, with a strange inscription traced in chalk on the wall by which he lay dead.

These were the words:--'After giving it a fair trial, I find that life is not worth living for.

I have decided to destroy myself with a poison of my own discovery.

My chemical papers and preparations are hereby bequeathed to my friend Doctor -- --, and my body is presented as a free gift to the anatomy school.