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else blow what I have said of her. I hope to 

 see her again." 



Presently he did see the Prince, sitting at 

 the window of his room in the Marine Hotel. 

 The adventures which followed were, he says 

 in his next letter, " almost beyond credibility." 



You shall hear how wonderful they were. 

 Lying in bed one night, a happy thought 

 occurred to him. He would write some verses 

 on the exile of the Prince. 



" . . . No sooner thought than done. I com- 

 posed them that night, and wrote them out, 

 and posted them the first thing next morning 

 (Thursday). You say I am always either too 

 precipitate or too procrastinating. At least, I 

 lost no time in this. A day went by, and on 

 Easter day there came a note to me at the 

 hotel, from the aide-de-camp of the Prince, 

 acknowledging the receipt of the verses, and 

 saying that the Prince had been much pleased 

 with them. You will admit this was about 

 enough to turn a young author's head. Not 

 being au fait in French, I took the note to a 

 French lady professor, and she translated it for 



