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seen. We strolled about for a while, when word was 

 sent us, that the Prince being indisposed, we must go to 

 him. I took my jDamphlet in my hand, and entered a 

 fine room, where he lay reclining on a sofa; but on 

 seeing me, he rose up, bowed, and presented me to his 

 beautiful young wife. While untying my book, both of 

 them asked me some questions, and looked at me with 

 seeming curiosity ; but as soon as a print was seen, they 

 both exclaimed, ^ Ah, c'est bien beau ! ' and then asked 

 me if I did not know Charles Bonaparte. And when I 

 answered * Yes,' they both again said, ' Ah, it is the same 

 gentleman of whom we have heard so much, the Man of 

 the Woods ; the drawings are all made by him,' etc. The 

 Prince said that he regretted very much that so few per- 

 sons in France were able to subscribe to such a work, 

 and that I must not expect more than six or eight names 

 in Paris. He named all those whom he or his lady knew, 

 and told me it would give him pleasure to add his name 

 to my list. I drew it out, opened it, and asked him to 

 write it himself: this he did with a good grace, next 

 under the Duke of Rutland. This Prince, son of the 

 famous Marshal Massena, is thirty years of age, appa- 

 rently delicate, pale, slender, and yet good-looking, 

 entirely devoted to Natural History. His wife is a 

 beautiful young woman of about twenty, extremely grace- 

 ful and polite. They both complimented me on the 

 purity of my French, and wished me all the success I 

 deserved. I went back to my friend in the cabinet, well 

 contented, and we returned to our lodgings. Not liking 

 our rooms at our hotel, to-day I shall remove to the Hotel 

 de France, where I have a large, clean, and comfortable 

 room, and pay twenty-five sous per day. But I must tell 

 thee that in France, although a man may be a prince or 

 duke, he is called simply monsieur, and his lady, madam, 

 and all are as easy of access as men without a great 



