JOHN JAMES AUDUBON 65 

 his movements as I would those of a 

 celestial being ; his long, heavy, white 

 eyebrows struck me forcibly. His little 

 room was tidy, though it partook a good 

 deal of the character of a laboratory. 

 He was wrapped in a quilted morning- 

 gown of light purple silk ; he had been 

 at work writing on the ' Life of Napo- 

 leon. 7 He writes close lines, rather 

 curved as they go from left to right, and 

 puts an immense deal on very little 

 paper. After a few minutes had 

 elapsed, he begged Captain Hall to ring 

 a bell j a servant came and was asked 

 to bid Miss Scott come to see Mr. Audu- 

 bon. Miss Scott came, black haired and 

 black- dressed, not handsome but said to 

 be highly accomplished, and she is the 

 daughter of Sir Walter Scott. There 

 was much conversation. I talked but 

 little, but, believe me, I listened and 

 observed, careful if ignorant. I cannot 

 write more now. I have just returned 

 from the Royal Society. Knowing that 



