798 FINAL JOURNEYS AND WORK. [1887, 
TO 
Paris, June, 1887. 
. The views on a thes garden and park side of the 
Pies of Fontainebleau, init over the carp pond, which 
came up to the walls, were very pretty : partly clipped 
and trimmed trees made into green walls, partly more 
English. 
. At half past one, in an open light carriage 
with a canopy overhead, keeping off the hot sun, and 
letting through the fresh air, we were off for our two 
hours’ drive through the famous forest. The main 
avenues, long and straight, and formal; but the for- + 
est was voted very handsome. A change came when 
we reached the ruin of the hermitage of Franchard, 
and the extensive region of rocks and dells. We 
were taken through by an old guide, who, with much 
pride, paraded the little and queer English he had 
picked up, and showed off all the sights, the most im- 
portant to him being those in which bits of rock could 
be likened to a lion’s head, a beef’s tongue, a turtle, 
and the like. First and foremost, in a sort of over- 
arched grotto, was “ La roche qui pleure,” a great dis- 
appointment! <A sort of crack or joint between two 
layers of the rock exuded a little moisture in one 
spot; voila towt. We shed about as many tears in 
our laughter at the sight ; more indeed, for we could 
see not a drop. I dare say at some seasons there 
may be a little drip. But the dells among the rocks 
were fine, and the stories of the boar hunts, and all 
that, by the kings and queens and courtiers, could be 
made fairly real on the spot, and the famous points of 
view, one of Maria Theresa, one of Eugénie, were 
effective. A drive back by another route took us 
through some older forest; occasionally a really old 
