I am writing from a superb bedroom and dressing-room, at Dessein’s. I wanted to order dinner, and a very long carte, of which I understood nothing, was given me; so I ordered “Potage aux choux” (God knows what it is), “Pommes de terre au naturel,” and “Veau au naturel.” I am afraid I shall have a fortune to pay for it.
I have been walking all about Calais, and am quite
ten by Mr. Sydney Smith to his wife, during his first visit to Paris, are not inserted for their brilliancy, nor because they inform us of anything about Paris with which we are not familiar. I think them precious, as showing his fresh and open sense of enjoyment, and his eager desire to share it with his family. The words in italics were underlined in the copies made by Mrs. Sydney, and so I have left them: I would not rob them of the emphasis given to them by her proud and grateful affection.—Ed. |
254 | MEMOIR OF THE REV. SYDNEY SMITH. |
I wish you could see me, with my wood fire, and my little bedroom, and fine sitting-room. My baggage has passed the Custom-house without any difficulty; therefore, so far, my journey has answered perfectly.
You shall all see France; I am resolved upon that. God bless you all!