wever, calls for explanation; the
chapter on Grunewald was torn by the hand of the author in the palace
gardens; how comes it, then, to figure at full length among my more
modest pages, the Lion of the caravan? That eminent literatus was a man
of method; 'Juvenal by double entry,' he was once profanely called; and
when he tore the sheets in question, it was rather, as he has since
explained, in the search for some dramatic evidence of his sincerity,
than with the thought of practical deletion. At that time, indeed, he
was possessed of two blotted scrolls and a fair copy in double. But the
chapter, as the reader knows, was honestly omitted from the famous
'Memoirs on the various Courts of Europe.' It has been mine to give it
to the public.

Bibliography still helps us with a further glimpse of our characters. I
have here before me a small volume (printed for private circulation: no
printer's name; n.d.), 'Poesies par Frederic et Amelie.' Mine is a
presentation copy, obtained for me by Mr. Bain in the Haymarket; and the
name of the first owner is written on the fly-leaf in the hand of Prince
Otto himself. The modest epigraph--'Le rime n'est pas riche'--may be
attributed, with a good show of likelihood, to the same collaborator. It
is strikingly appropriate, and I have found the volume very dreary.
Those pieces in which I seem to trace the hand of the Princess are
particularly dull and conscientious. But the booklet had a fair success
with that public for which it was designed; and I have come across some
evidences of a second venture of the same sort, now unprocurable. Here,
at least, we may take leave of Otto and Seraphina--what do I say? of
Frederic and Amelie--ageing together peaceably at the court of the wife's
father, jingling French rhymes and correcting joint proofs.

Still following the book-lists, I perceive that Mr. Swinburne has
dedicated a rousing lyric and some vigorous sonnets to the memory of
Gondremark; that name appears twice at least in Victor Hugo's
trumpet-blasts of patriot enumeration; and I came latterly, when I
supposed my task already ended, on a trace of the fallen politician and
his Countess. It is in the 'Diary of J. Hogg Cotterill, Esq.' (that very
interesting work). Mr. Cotterill, being at Naples, is introduced (May
27th) to 'a Baron and Baroness Gondremark--he a man who once made a
noise--she still beautiful--both witty. She complimented me much upon my
French--should never have