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great organ at its deepest and fullest roll through 

 those wonderful arches, where as you look down their 

 full length all things grow dim and distant at the far- 

 ther end. Since I have been here, I have come to be 

 deeply interested in the history of Paris. It is a won- 

 derful story taken from the beginning to this present 

 fin de siecle, and there are so many monuments of the 

 past, still preserved, still beautiful, still picturesque; 

 they are like stepping stones to cross this gulf of time, 

 and they make the whole connected and in a way 

 comprehensible. If ever the history of a nation can be 

 made clear, one ought to understand something of 

 the history of France in Paris. 



Rome, Hotel Royal, December 6, 1894 

 You did not know that I was entering Rome yester- 

 day on my seventy-second birthday. Italy and Rome 

 was not that the most beautiful birthday gift that 

 Pauline and Quin have ever given me? Yes, at last I 

 am in your Italy, dear Mollie, and I thought of you so 

 often yesterday as we pursued our way from Turin, 

 leaving the snow mountains still in sight for the cul- 

 tivated plain, and then through Genoa and Pisa and 

 along the coast to Civitavecchia, reaching Rome at 

 11.30. I felt with you that it is an enchanted land. 

 The descent into the plain of Italy, and the vast ex- 

 tent of beautifully cultivated land with its soft green 

 furrows and rich brown soil between, every field a 

 picture, and* then, as you have always said, the 

 human interest gives it such a charm the little 

 towns clustered so close upon the rising grounds, the 



