Dear mother, our trunks are packed, and we are on the eve of departure. To-morrow morning we leave for New York, and are to sail on Thursday.
A day or two since the Doctor received a champagne-basket full, not of wine, but of London porter, from his grateful patient, Lucy Mansfield. This we are to take with us, and Frank has already received benefit from it. With love to all the dear ones at home, I must bid you farewell. I intend to take my journal with me to New York and mail it from thence.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
"With wild surprise
As if to marble struck devoid of sense,
A stupid moment motionless she stood." Thomson.
Nice, France, Tuesday, December 10th, 1850.