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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 
heg a few camomile tops. I left my letter with 
him for Mr. Pentland,“ 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 
Guvier was killing him with work — that when he 
'Vas 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- 
Gosed in a high paled inclosure along with some 
Indian species of oxen. He was standing in the 
sunshine and amusing himself by twisting his 
lung tongue, and pulling out the straws which 
formed the partition between his and a contiguous 
inclosure. In walking I observed he first moves 
u fore foot ; second, the hind foot of the opposite 
" Joseph Barclay Pentland, Bolivia, and long resident in 
®oine time British Consul in Rome. Died 1873. 
