And as we moved away, I said: "How strange at my age to be enjoying Christmas for the first time!" And he looked at me as though I had given him pleasure, and said with his most delightful smile--"Who else should enjoy life if not you--kind, kind Eleanor ?" 'When I got home, and to my room, I opened my windows wide.

Our apartment is at the end of the Via Sistina, and has a marvellous view over Rome.
It was a gorgeous moon--St.Peter's, the hills, every dome and tower radiantly clear.

And at last it seemed to me that I was not a rebel and an outlaw--that beauty and I were reconciled.
'Such peace in the night! It opened and took me in.

Oh! my little, little son!--I have had such strange visions of you all these last days.

That horror of the whirling river--and the tiny body--tossed and torn.