fifty volumes of romances, some of which are good, and have been translated into English, French, and Italian.
She seemed a nice, pleasant old lady.
Mr. McNeill was there, whom I remember to have met in London at dinner last year, recently returned from Persia. . . . . He is now going there again as British Minister.
He is a very interesting and intellectual gentleman; moreover, a fine scholar in Western as well as Eastern literature.
Among them all I passed a truly agreeable evening.
July 1.—. . . . . At a little before three o'clock I went to the Chancery, and made a visit to Von Hammer in his office, and after that went to Prince Metternich's magnificent apartments.
The business of the morning, however, was not quite over, and two persons were still waiting in the antechamber.
The Minister of Police came out of the cabinet, and one who, I understood afterwards, had formerly been Minister of Finance to the King of Sardinia, was admitted.
His business did not occupy the Pr