Thence my deep veneration for Mrs.Marcet--first as one who had conferred great personal good and pleasure on me; and then as one able to convey the truth and principle of those boundless fields of knowledge which concern natural things to the young, untaught, and inquiring mind.
'You may imagine my delight when I came to know Mrs.Marcet personally; how often I cast my thoughts backward, delighting to connect the past and the present; how often, when sending a paper to her as a thank-offering, I thought of my first instructress, and such like thoughts will remain with me.
'I have some such thoughts even as regards your own father; who was, I may say, the first who personally at Geneva, and afterwards by correspondence, encouraged, and by that sustained me.' Twelve or thirteen years ago Mr.Faraday and myself quitted the Institution one evening together, to pay a visit to our friend Grove in Baker Street.

He took my arm at the door, and, pressing it to his side in his warm genial way, said, 'Come, Tyndall, I will now show you something that will interest you.' We walked northwards, passed the house of Mr.Babbage, which drew forth a reference to the famous evening parties once assembled there.

We reached Blandford Street, and after a little looking about he paused before a stationer's shop, and then went in.

On entering the shop, his usual animation seemed doubled; he looked rapidly at everything it contained.

To the left on entering was a door, through which he looked down into a little room, with a window in front facing Blandford Street.