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memory, and I hope so still, for I am suspected of hav- 

 ing lost my wits. 



Paul I. was not such a fool, after all. Do you not 

 consider the follies of our time much greater ? What 

 a chaos ? And for what ? . . . . 



My dear Baron, J live here in a little intimate circle 

 of old friends, who are your friends also, and who hold 

 you in affectionate remembrance. What a pleasure we 

 should have in seeing you here, and together forgetting 

 the troubles of the hour ! O that men and things were 

 worth more at this day ! Is this an old woman's com- 

 mission with which I trouble you ? 



Adieu, my dear Baron. I ask your recollection and 

 regard, and promise a bountiful return. 



Ever yours, THE PEINCESS LIEVEN. 



YARNHAGEff TO HUMBOLDT. 



BERLIN, January 27^, 1856. 



WITH joyful thanks I profit by your Excellency's 

 goodness in sending me the copy of your beautiful 

 response to the deputies of the city of Berlin. Were 

 it not presumption to praise, where praise has already 

 become a habit and a superfluity, I should say that the 





