to bring me a cheap but comprehensive life of him, with his works and speeches, and a portrait as like him as possible.  I asked an English friend to do this for me, and fancy his sending me a book dated on the outside 1847!!!!  Did I ever tell you a pretty story of him, when he was in England after Strasburg and before Boulogne, and which I know to be true?  He spent a twelvemonth at Leamington, living in the quietest manner.  One of the principal persons there is Mr. Hampden, a descendant of John Hampden, and the elder brother of the Bishop.  Mr. Hampden, himself a very liberal and accomplished man, made a point of showing every attention in his power to the Prince, and they soon became very intimate.  There was in the town an old officer of the Emperor’s Polish Legion who, compelled to leave France after Waterloo, had taken refuge in England, and, having the national talent for languages, maintained himself by teaching French, Italian, and German in different families.  The old exile and the young one found each other out, and the language master was soon an habitual guest at the Prince’s table, and treated by him with the most affectionate attention.  At last Louis Napoleon wearied of a country town and repaired to London; but before he went he called on Mr. Hampden to take leave.  After warm thanks for all the pleasure he had experienced in his society, he said:  “I am about to prove to you my entire reliance upon your unfailing kindness by leaving you a legacy.  I want to ask you to transfer to my poor old friend the goodness you have lavished upon me.  His health is failing, his means are small.  Will you call upon him sometimes? and will you see that those lodging-house people do not neglect him? and will you, above all, do for him what he will not do for himself, draw upon me for what may be wanting for his needs or for his comforts?” Mr. Hampden promised.  The prophecy proved true; the poor old man grew worse and worse, and finally died.  Mr. Hampden, as he had promised, replaced the Prince in his kind attentions to his old friend, and finally defrayed the charges of his illness and of his funeral.  “I would willingly have paid them myself,” said he, “but I knew that that would have offended and grieved the Prince, so I honestly divided the expenses with him, and I found that full provision had been made at his banker’s to answer my drafts to a much larger amount.”  Now I have full faith in such a nature.  Let me add that he never forgot Mr. Hampden’s kindness, sending him his different brochures and the kindest messages, both from Ham and the Elysee.  If one did not not admire Louis Napoleon, I should like to know upon whom one could, as a public man, fix one’s admiration!  Just look at our English statesmen!  And see the state to which self-government brings everything!  Look at London with all its sanitary questions just in the same state as ten years ago; look at all our acts of Parliament, one half of a session passed in amending the mismanagement