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Mother, painted by St. Luke the only real and authen- 

 tic one, of course ; and with a real drop of blood, no 

 doubt, which once belonged to John the Baptist. 



And after that we shall visit the great Military School, 

 capable of drilling within its four walls, and beneath one 

 roof, eight thousand men ; and the Foundling Hospital, 

 and and 



In some such strain as this, our well-informed, intelli- 

 gent bore, the valet deplace^ addressed us on the Kremlin, 

 when the sun was pouring down its hottest rays, and 

 these were reflected from the stone pavement, which 

 glowed like a furnace. 



I have too intense a memory of the utter hopelessness 

 of " doing " these wonders, and many more, satisfactorily 

 to repeat the dose, even in fancy, to my readers. They 

 are, I doubt not, almost as tired by this recital of the 

 sights as I was by the reality. I resolved to take a 

 Russian bath. 



" What like was it ? " 



Pardon me if I do not reveal the mystery, beyond 

 stating that it was very hot, very soapy, very dear, very 

 . and utterly indescribable. 



