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FRIAR BACON’S BRASS HEAD.
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“It is the last,” he murmured. “Henceforth I bid farewell to magic. From this moment I will close my study and burn my books. Hereafter only to religion will I devote myself, and dying I shall leave not even my poor name to add to my country’s glory.”
