ver without blessing the day which turned my steps to that quiet place.
So familiar is it to my mind that I can see clearly all its streets, buildings, and promenades, with the swans in the water.
Would that I could enjoy a day there again with old friends, and another lecture of Taillandier!
Yesterday Agassiz dined with me; we always talk of Martins.
Pray tell him how grateful I am for his friendly thought of me.
The railway journey from Montpellier to Marseilles, broken by a day at Aries, greatly wearied him. Between Marseilles and Toulon he had while in the diligence another attack of the angina pectoris,—the first he had experienced for more than three months. It came so sharply that he was on the point of asking the driver to stop; but he was shortly relieved, and went on. At Cannes he met Lord Brougham and Baron Bunsen,
Bunsen made a long call on him, in which Sumner was struck by his learning and humanity.—both anticipating his arrival with most cordial notes of invi