Morning Glory San, you have to keep your Nikki in a safe!
Great Carlyle wrote his “French Revolution” twice.
I wish I had been given a slice of his persistency.
13th—A Bishop visited and lunched with us.
Bishop! How I desired to meet one!
It had been my fancy, ever since I read of the venerable Bishop who threw out candle-sticks to Jean Valjean in Hugo’s book.
His name was Myriel.
What is my friend’s name? After a man reaches the bishop’s see, his own name should retire from actual service. People call him “Bishop! Bishop!” as if it were a nickname.
My bishop had a holy face.
“Who is this good man who is staring at me?” I said to myself at first sight, as Napoleon said when he saw Myriel.