powers had been impaired by severe illness.
He himself had been haunted for some time by the fear of becoming
insane, and the sad condition of his friend so impressed him with the
fear of suffering a similar disaster that he made haste to avoid the
dreaded fate by taking his own life.

The following lines, written not long after this melancholy event, bear
witness to my grateful and tender remembrance of him:--

VIA FELICE

'Twas in the Via Felice
My friend his dwelling made,
The Roman Via Felice,
Half sunshine, half in shade.

But I lodged near the convent
Whose bells did hallow noon,
And all the lesser hours,
With sweet recurrent tune.

They lent their solemn cadence
To all the thoughtless day;
The heart, so oft it heard them,
Was lifted up to pray.

And where the lamp was lighted
At twilight, on the wall,
Serenely sat Madonna,
And smiled to bless us all.

I see him from the window
That ne'er my heart forgets;
He buys from yonder maiden
My morning violets.

Not ill he chose these flowers
With mild, reproving eyes,
Emblems of tender chiding,
And love divinely wise.

For his were generous learning
And reconciling art;
Oh, not with fleeting presence
My friend and I could part.

* * * * *

Oh, not where he is lying
With dear ancestral dust,
Not where his household traces
Grow sad and dim with rust;

But in the ancient city
And from the quaint old door,
I'm watching, at my window,
His coming evermore.

For Death's eternal city
Has yet some happy street;
'Tis in the Via Felice
My friend and I shall meet.

Adolph Mailliard, the husband of my youngest sister, had been an
intimate friend of Joseph Bonaparte, Prince of Musignano. My sister was
in consequence invited more than once to the Bonaparte palace. The
father of the family was Prince Charles Bonaparte, who married his
cousin, Princess Zenaide. She had passed some years at the Bonaparte
villa in Bordentown, N. J., the American residence of her father, Joseph
Bonaparte, ex-king of Spain. This princess, who was _tant soit peu
gourmande_ said one day to my sister, "What good things they have for
breakfast in America! I still remember those hot cakes." The
conversation was reported to me, and I managed, with the assistance of
the helper brought from home, to send the princess a very excelle