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heard them exclaim, and also, ' Mais, monsieur, 

 vous etes trop grand,' as they tried to peep over my 

 shoulder. At eleven I reached my hotel, and 

 slept sound in spite of the shouts and firing. The 

 next morning I set off to the Hotel du Jardin du 

 Roi ; not the one I spoke of, for I thought it best 

 to be close to the spot. I met M. Royer in the 

 garden with a sister of charity, who had come to 

 beg a few camomile tops, I left my letter with 

 him for Mr. Pentland, 8 and he told me to call 

 again, on Monday before nine, and he would 

 introduce me to Cuvier. His inquiries after you 

 and all the family were warm and frequent, and 

 his good wishes towards you, I am sure, were 

 sincere. Poor Laurillard is very ill at St. 

 Germains. M. Royer did not scruple to say 

 Cuvier was killing him with work — that when he 

 was in town he (Laurillard) was employed drawing 

 and writing from 6 a.m., sometimes to twelve at 

 night. After this interview I strolled through the 

 garden, and suddenly came upon the giraffe in- 

 closed in a high paled inclosure along with some 

 Indian species of oxen. He was standing in the 

 sunshine and amusing himself by twisting his 

 long tongue, and pulling out the straws which 

 formed the partition between his and a contiguous 

 inclosure. In walking I observed he first moves 

 a fore foot ; second, the hind foot of the opposite 



8 Joseph Barclay Pentland, Bolivia, and long resident in 

 some time British Consul in Rome. Died 1873. 



