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of tobacco-chewing gentlemen engaged me in conversation, from 
which I received such a sensation of disgust, that I was nearly 
in the situation of one sea-sick. 
On the 1st of February, to my great sorrow, the brave Colonel 
Wool, who had become exceedingly dear and valuable to me, took 
leave. I accompanied him to his steam-boat, which departed at 
eleven o’clock, and gazed after him for a long time. 
I paid a visit to the bishop of Louisiana, Mr. Dubourg, and 
was very politely received. He is a Jesuit, a native of St. Do¬ 
mingo, and appears to be about sixty years old. He delivers him¬ 
self very well, and conversed with me concerning the disturb¬ 
ances in the diocese of Ghent, in the time of the Prince Broglio, 
in which he, as friend and counsellor of that prince, whom he 
accompanied in his progress through his diocese, took an active 
part. In his chamber, I saw a very fine portrait of Pope Pius 
VII. a copy of one painted by Camuccini, and given by the pope 
to the deceased duke of Saxe-Gotha. The bishop inhabited a 
quondam nunnery, the greater part of which he had assigned for, 
.and established as a school for boys. The bishop returned my 
visit on the next day. 
At a dinner, which Mr. Grymes gave with the greatest display 
of magnificence, after the second course, large folding doors open¬ 
ed and we beheld another dining room, in which stood a table 
with the dessert. We withdrew from the first table, and seated 
ourselves, at the second, in the same order in which we had par¬ 
taken of the first. As the variety of wines began to set the 
tongues of the guests at liberty, the ladies rose, retired to another 
apartment, and resorted to music for amusement. Some of the 
gentlemen remained with the bottle, while others, among whom 
I was one, followed the ladies, and regaled ourselves with har¬ 
mony. We had waltzing until ten o’clock, when we went to the 
masquerade in the theatre of St. Phillip’s street, a small building, 
in which, at other times, Spanish dramas were exhibited. The 
female company consisted of quadroons, who, however, were 
masked. Several of them addressed me, and coquetted with me 
some time, in the most subtle and amusing manner'. 
A young lawyer from Paris, of the name of Souliez, paid me 
a visit. He was involved in unpleasant circumstances in his na¬ 
tive country, on account of some liberal publications which he 
had made against the Jesuits in the newspapers. On this account, 
he, full of liberal ideas, had left his home, and gone to Hayt.i, 
with recommendatory letters from bishop Gregoire to President 
Boyer. There, however, he found the state of things widely dif¬ 
ferent from what he had fancied them at home. The consequence 
was, he had come to the United States, and he now candidly con¬ 
fessed that he was completely cured of his fine dreams of liberty. 
