e wished herself a Frenchwoman with all her heart,
and she declared she would go over as soon as her next work, which
is in the hands of the publisher, was out. Were I a man, I should
have been well pleased to have been in France some weeks ago; the
rising of the nation against oppression and abuse, and the creating
of a new and better state of things without any outbreak of popular
excess, must have been a fine thing to see. But as a woman,
incapable of mixing personally in such scenes, I would rather have
the report of them at a distance than witness them as a mere
inactive spectator; for though the loss of life has been
comparatively small, considering the great end that has been
achieved, it must be horrible to see bloodshed, even that of a
single individual. I believe I am a great coward. I shall not close
this to-night, but wait till to-morrow, to tell you how my first
appearance here goes off.

TUESDAY, August 17th.

We had a very fine house indeed last night, and everything went off
remarkably well. I had every reason to be satisfied with the
audience, who, though proverbially a cold one, were exceedingly
enthusiastic in their applause, which, I suppose, is the best
indication that they were satisfied with me. Good-by, my dear Mrs.
Jameson; believe me yours ever truly,

F. A. K.

The intention of engaging a governess for my sister was not carried out,
and she was taken to Paris and placed under the charge of Mrs. Foster,
wife of the chaplain of the British embassy, under whose care she
pursued her general education, while with the tuition of the celebrated
Bordogni, the first singing-master of the day, she cultivated her fine
voice and developed her musical genius.

The French Revolution of 1830, which placed Louis Philippe of Orleans on
the throne, and sent Charles X. to end his days in an obscure corner of
Germany, was the first of four revolutions which I have lived to
witness; and since then I have often thought of a lady who, during the
next political catastrophe, by which Louis Philippe was shaken out of
his seat, showing Mrs. Grote the conveniences of a charming apartment in
a central part of Paris, said, "Voici mon salon, voici ma salle a
manger, et voyez comme c'est commode! De cette fenetre