condition of life requires a cultivated and enlightened mind, in the
same manner as a merchant is obliged to be acquainted with his
traffic. Not long since an English nobleman, who was very young,
came to see me at Paris on his return from Italy. He had written a
poetical description of that country, which, for delicacy and
politeness, may vie with anything we meet with in the Earl of
Rochester, or in our Chaulieu, our Sarrasin, or Chapelle. The
translation I have given of it is so inexpressive of the strength
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possessed for him. So it came that his was a familiar figure
Richard Croker, his friend and adviser, Carroll, and Bourke
for this was to be ten cents a copy on all copies sold,
wager right now it’s as silly as he is. He’s invented
at our arrival, and said one to the other, “This is the
which I had so eagerly sought, for now that I had it I
condescending way and said: “No interviews.” I remember
He smiled serenely, and I could have kissed his hands.
steps were ahead of him, and then a long brick tunnel in
Mr. Gissel, was a picayune yellow-haired person. He spent
before. For what was he waiting, or for whom? He heard
but did any one ever suggest to you that you would make