about the Princess' visits to the schools. It was pretty, but vapid as all complimentaty poems must be. The Princess sat it out with a truly stoical imperturbability. The poem had the greatest success, the actress who repeated it was called out thrice the second third time she brought the poet with her. After this came a drama in four acts called the Glacier of Mont Blanc, and the most ridiculously stupid piece imaginable. In the second act the hero, a chamois hunter of the name of Mauro, and who,judging from his dress, must be a fusion of a Roman model and a Swiss undertaker (he wears black thread gloves), is standing in the md mdst midst of a lot of flabby bl pale blue paper, which represents ice. He lets off a gun which of course frightens many persons, and then begins to beat his breast and bewail himself in this way-
"I want to travel. I dislike remaining in the same country. I have heard that Italy is a very nice place. I have been fancying to myself a myself a beautiful woman & I have found her. Her name is Melle Lucia. I adore but, her, but
I have a wife and children of whom I am very fond. What am [I] to do? I think that I am very miserable. How cold it is. But I am hot within, so between the external cold and the internal heat I don't know what my temperature is"- etc. etc. ad infinitum.
Then a young lady in a m Mack Macintosh trimmed with minever cornes up:
This is Melle Lucia. Mauro talks much to her, slapping his breast till he is so hot that he has to remove his sheepskin jacket- She remains on a crag, holding a tall stick like a pastoral staff and looking like a Bishop. The sun rises and she asks Mauro to call her father -He stoops to the ground and drones out -
"Sire Giorgio-Sire Giorgio! too- too- roo- too."
Sire Giorgio in a fur coat and yellow gaiters comes up with a guide & he & his daughter depart. Suddenly a scream is heard. Melle Lucia has fallen into down a precipice behind the coulisses. Sire Giorgio rushes onto the stage and expostulates with the guide for not saving his daughter.
The curtain falls. Whether Melle Lucia is eventually fished out of the chasm I cannot tell, for we had not the patience to sit out the 3d act.
Goodbye my dearest Papa
Your Baby
Wednesday April 17- between 5 & 6. Dearest Henry, got thy telegram yesterday & truth to say was quite delighted at its purport and I telegraphed thee & Eugène ran off to the teleg. office the moment he had swallowed his luncheon that I should finally decide on Salzbourg- & that I shall leave this about 28th- my departure may be some days later and to where shail telegraph thee from Verona.
Tomorrow moming at 10 or 11am Eugène leaves --he got a letter yesterday or
day before from Wodehouse saying that he & Sheffield are the only help Lord Lyons has at Versailles, the other men being in Paris and that they will be very glad to get his Eug.'s "valuable assistance" as soon as possible. This moming A note from A Geroorse proposing that Eug. join him this evening in going to Florence, but this Eug by no means suited Eug. who always suffers so much from night travelling & has been yesterday was very unwell having xxxx cold (but I have doctored him very successfully) besides of course he prefers stopping with us as long to the last moment possible. Yesterday and today very stormy sirocco - day before yesterday we paid Mrs Foljambe a visit & found met Mrs Ramsay translator of Dante & her sister. They are stopping at the villa.
Thousand best loves dearest Henry
from Eugène & self