all the wisdom and power of the world in himself; he possesses one kind of knowledge as much as another, and he who does not find that which is in him cannot truly say that he does not possess it, but only that he was not capable of successfully seeking for it." We leave a great genius, with his own words in our ears: "Have no care of my misery, reader; let me bear my burden myself.

I have two failings: my poverty and my piety.

My poverty was thrown in my face by a Burgomaster who had perhaps only seen doctors attired in silken robes, never basking in tattered rags in the sunshine.

So it was decreed I was not a doctor.

For my piety I am arraigned by the parsons, for ...