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merits the respect that I solicit for it.

Not in the least, then, to warp any reader's judgment, but merely to excite sufficient curiosity to increase the chance of my paper being read, I will introduce myself in a fashion to which one becomes accustomed in my country, by a bit of autobiographical réclame. It must have been in the year 1851, when I should have been twelve years old, that I remember picking up Whateley's Logic, in the study of my elder brother and asking him what logic was. I see myself thereupon stretched on his carpet devouring the book;