Caligula's horse or the people's 'Messiah,' as I heard him called the other day--what then?
You are wonderfully intolerant, you in England, of equine consulships, you who bear with quite sufficient equanimity a great rampancy of beasts all over the world--Mr.Forster not blowing the trumpet of war, and Mrs.
Alfred Tennyson not loading the rifles.
There now--I've done with politics to-day.

Only just let me tell you that Cormenin is said to be the adviser in the matter of the Orleans decrees.

So much the worse for him.
Whom do you think I saw yesterday?
George Sand.

Oh, I have been in such fear about it! It's the most difficult thing to get access to her, and, notwithstanding our letter from Mazzini, we were assured on all sides that she would not see us.

She has been persecuted by bookmakers--run to ground by the race, and, after having quite lost her on her former visit to Paris, it was in half despair that we seized on an opportunity of committing our letter of introduction to a friend of a friend of hers, who promised to put it into her own hands.