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positively in August, and Joseph is to go. I wonder 
if they will be two years or so in getting off! ... 
TO THE MISSES TORREY. 
Paris, April 1, 1839, Monday evening. 
My pear Girts, — It is rather late, and I have no 
fire in my room, to which I have just now returned, 
but it is nearly comfortable without one, and so we 
will have a few words together before I sleep. My 
last and long sheet was closed, I think, on Friday 
evening. On Saturday my morning was spent as 
usual at the Jardin des Plantes; returning from 
whence I looked along the shops and so on to the 
Pont du Louvre, which I crossed ; passed through the 
Palais Royal at the most busy season, when it is all 
lighted up splendidly, and dined at the Restaurant 
Dotieet at half past seven. Iam patiently exploring 
CI should say eating) my way through the mazes of 
French cookery, and am trying to select from the 
complicated bill of fare the more peculiar and national 
dishes, some of which are excellent, others so-so, or 
very poor. . . 
To-day I lave been again at the Garden, working 
as hard as possible, since a have so little time remain- 
ing. I dined at half past six at one of the famous 
restaurants, just to see how it was managed, and re- 
turning spent the early part of the evening with Mr. 
Webb, who lives near me. 
On my way from the Garden, I stopped at another 
church, I believe the only remaining one of large size 
and much interest which I had not already seen. . . . 
It is called St. Severin, and is very old, having been 
built in the year 1210. 
This is the first of April, and a fine spring day it 
