of that delicacy, and whenever I met him in after life, whether in person or in writing, this incident would always crop up in my mind; and when later on he offered to join me in editing the Rig-veda, I declined, perhaps influenced by that early impression which I could not get rid of. I blame myself for so foolish a prejudice, but it shows what creatures of circumstance we are. With Goldstücker I was far more intimate. He was some years older than myself and quite independent as far as money went. He knew how small my means were, and would gladly have lent me money. But through the whole of my life I never borrowed from my friends, or in fact from anybody, though I was forced sometimes when very hard up for ready money, and when I knew that money was due to me but had not arrived when I expected it, to apply to some friend for a temporary advance. I will try and recall the lines in which I once applied to Gathy for such a loan. Versuch’ ich’s wohl, mein herzgeliebter Gathy, Mit schmeichelndem Sonnet Sie anzupumpen? Ich bitte nicht um schwere Goldesklumpen, Ich bitte nur um etliche Ducati. Auch zahl’ ich wieder ultimo Monati. Auf Wiedersehn bei Morel und Frascati Und Nachsicht für den Brief, den allzu plumpen! Zwar reiche Nabobs sind die braven Inder, Doch arme Teufel die Indianisten! Reich sind hienieden schon die Heiden-Kinder, Doch selig werden nur die armen Christen! Reimsucher bin ich, doch kein Reimefinder, Und _sans critique_ sind all die Sanscritisten. This kind of negotiating a loan I have to confess to, but the idea of borrowing money, without knowing when I could repay it, never entered my mind. Relations who could have helped me I had none, and nothing remained to me but to work for others. Indeed my want of money soon began to cause me very serious anxiety in Paris. Little as I spent, my funds became lower and lower. I did not, like many other scholars, receive help from my Government. I had mapped out my course for myself, and instead of taking to teaching on leaving the University, had settled to come to Paris and continue my Sanskrit studies, and it was in my own hands whether I should swim or sink. It was, indeed, a hard struggle, far harder than those who have known me in later life would believe. All I could do to earn a little money was to copy and collate MSS. for other people. I might indeed have given private lessons, but I have always had a strong objection to that form of drudgery, and would rather sit up a whole night copying than give an hour to my pupils. My plan was as follows: to sit up the whole of one night, to take about three hours’ rest the next night, but without undressing, and then to take a good night’s rest the third night, and start over again. It was a hard fight, and cannot have been very good for me physically, but I do not regret it now.