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smaller things, but all their larger luggage had to be left. The smack went down on the Goodwin Sands and all was lost; so the family came to Paris.1
Of all the evenings I spent at Paris, the most interesting was one with the Archbishop, who kindly invited me to his old country chateau of Issy, once a palace of the Prince do Oonde, and very magnificent. The Archbishop, however, only inhabited the porter's lodge, and all the rest was left deserted. The*. Archbishop was playing at. bagatelle with his chaplains when we entered, upon which he seated himself opposite to us (Do C-osta wont with me) in an arm-chair. lie was a fine old man with grey hair, dressed in cardinal's robes and crimson stockings, with the chain of a (Jrand Almoner of France round his nock. There was only one light in the high dark room, a lamp close to his shoulder, which throw a- most, picturesque light- over him, like a. Rembrandt portrait.. Ho inquired about my visits to the different "religious " in Paris, and spoke1 regretfully of the difficulties encountered by the Potitcs Sumrs des Pan v res. Then lie talked to Do, Costa about his medical studies and about phrenology. This led him to flu* groat Napoleon, of whose* habits ho gave a very curious account* He said that he believed his strange phrenological development wan caused by his extraordinary way of feeding — that ho never was known to take a regular meal, but that he* had a spit on which a chicken was always roasting at a slow fire, and that whenever lie felt inclined ho took a slice. When
1 This Htory of ih*» *lrr*am was only told rn«« hy tho Duc.hcHH Wilhtsl-mint* of Clcvt'titmi in