Food scanty, but peculiar.

At Voisins to-day the bill of fare was ass, horse, and English wolf from the Zoological Garden.

A Scotchman informed me that this latter was a fox of his native land, and patriotically gorged himself with it.

I tried it, and not being a Scotchman, found it horrible, and fell back upon the patient ass.

After dinner, potter on the Boulevards under the dispiriting gloom of petroleum; go home and read a book.