'No public interest stands in the way of his slightest caprice. He often puts me in mind of Nero. With the same indifference to the welfare of others with which Nero amused himself by burning down Rome, he is amusing himself by pulling down Paris.'
N.W. SENIOR.
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[We left Tocqueville on the following day with great regret The same party was never to meet again—the only survivors are Madame de Beaumont and myself and the Beaumonts' son, then a very intelligent boy of ten years old.
One day my father and I visited the little green churchyard on a cliff near the sea where Tocqueville is buried. The tomb is a plain grey stone slab—on it a cross is cut in bas-relief, with these words only:—
ICI REPOSE
ALEXIS DE TOCQUEVILLE.
NÉ 24 FEVRIER 1805. MORT 16 AVRIL 1859.
My father laid a wreath of immortelles on the tomb.—ED.]