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diaries. Although at this time she was preoccupied by many 
anxieties, her power of cheerful enjoyment, her incapability 
of grumbling, and her habitual self-forgetfulness provided 
her with the traveller’s silver spoon no less at seventy- 
two years than in the days in Brazil and on the Hassler. 
In spite of her age she was undaunted by the exigencies 
of travel and unfoiled by lack of vigor from improving her 
opportunities for pleasure. When she was in the Dolomites 
and Tyrol, for instance, solitary mountain rambles in the 
early morning were her delight, nor did they afford her a 
reason for passing the rest of the day in dolce far niente. “A 
heavenly day,” she recorded in her diary at Zell-am-See on 
August 18, 1895. “Breakfasted at 6.30 in my room. A 
beautiful walk. Packed. Afternoon, ascended the Schmit- 
tenhthe, Helen [Mrs. Richard Cary] and I each in one of 
those queer chairs. The path excessively steep and none 
too safe. I walked down, but Helen who kept to her chair 
was upset, but not hurt.” In her sight-seeing, in general, 
however, Mrs. Agassiz combined with the zest of one score 
the good sense of three score and ten years. In Paris and 
Italy she enjoyed the advantage of having an accomplished 
cicerone for the galleries in Mr. Shaw, whose long study 
and great love of art, as well as his experience and that of 
Mrs. Shaw in making choice additions to his valuable col- 
lection, had for many years supplemented her own admit- 
tedly slight acquaintance with painting and sculpture. “I 
have to thank Quin,” she writes from Rome, “not only for 
bringing me to see pictures, but for teaching me all these 
years to enjoy them, for his pictures are really an educa- 
tion. I enjoy pictures now as I should not have done in my 
earlier days.” 
