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re that exist in Europe are here to be seen, also.
However, to-morrow night is the last on which the hells of Paris are to be open, they being abolished after that time by law; and I wish, if possible, to see them, besides being in Paris on New Year's Day.
To-morrow, therefore, I shall start for Paris.
Dec. 31, 1837.
At a quarter before seven o'clock I found myself in the coupe;, with a fellow-passenger from America, and a French lady.
The apartment was small, being just large enough forge and heavy as they were, on their backs to the Hotel Montmorency, Boulevard Montmartre No. 12.
Dinner despatched, I went about ten o'clock to Frascati's,—the great hell of Paris.
By law all public gaming-houses are forbidden after the first of January, which commences this midnight.
Passing through an outside court, and then a short entry, we entered an antechamber, where there were a large number of servants in livery who received our hats and outside garments, no one being allowed to e
Try to understand every thing as you proceed; and cultivate a love for every thing that is true, good, and pure.
I need not exhort you to set a price upon every moment of time; your own convictions, I have no doubt, have taught you that minutes are like gold filings, too valuable to be slighted,— for a heap of these will make an ingot.
Give my love to mother, and all the family.
Tell George to write me a brisk, news-full letter.
Your affectionate brother, Chas.
Dec. 28, 1837.
At length in Havre, with antiquity staring at me from every side.
At four o'clock this morning weighed anchor, and drifted with the tide and a gentle wind to the docks; a noble work, contrived for the reception of vessels, and bearing the inscription of An IX.
Bonaparte 1er Consul,—the labor of this great man meeting me on the very threshold of France.
Dismissed from the custom house we went to the Hotel de New York, where a smiling French woman received us, and we were shown each o