Don't wait till after the elections.

The time is most interesting, and it is well worth your while to come and see for yourself.
* * * * * _To Mrs.Martin_ [Paris,] 138 Avenue des Champs-Elysees: December 11, [1851].
To show how alive I am, dearest Mrs.Martin, I will tell you that I have just come home from a long walk to the Tuileries.

We took a carriage to return, that's true.

Then yesterday I was out, besides, and last Saturday, _the 6th_, we drove down the boulevards to see the field of action on the terrible Thursday (the only day on which there was any fighting of consequence), counting the holes in the walls bored by the cannon, and looking at the windows smashed in.

Even then, though the asphalte was black with crowds, the quiet was absolute, and most of the shops reopened.