d been my companions in misery and
fatigue. Our nags had been well taken care of, and the nine hundred and
ninety-ninth cousin of the brave, but unfortunate, Bruce deserved praise.

I will not describe our tiresome and wretched journey of nine days. At
length we reached Fontainebleau, where we remained two days to rest
ourselves as well as the horses. In passing through its forest, which is
very fine, we were almost poisoned by the stench occasioned by dead men
and horses. We saw the palace, and the ink on the table where Bonaparte
had signed his abdication was so fresh that it came off by rubbing it a
little with the finger.

Two days after we entered Paris, which we found in possession of the
allied armies, and it was with the greatest difficulty that we procured
lodgings even in the Faubourg St. Antoine. They were at the top of the
house, only five stories and an entresol to mount! and alarmingly dear as
well as dirty and small. We sold our stud and carriage for a little more
than we gave for them.

During the three days we remained in Paris, I visited the Louvre and its
stolen goods. It was a brilliant treat; never was any palace so decorated
with such gems of art, nor, I hope, under the same circumstances, ever
will be again. On the day Louis le Desire entered, I paid a napoleon for
half a window in the Rue St. Denis to view the procession.

Nearly opposite the window the King halted to receive the address from the
Moulins and Poissardes, some of whom appeared to me drunk. A child dressed
like a cupid, with a chaplet of flowers in its hand, was handed to the
Duchess d'Angouleme, who sat on the left hand of the King. I remarked she
was much confused and scarcely knew what to do with the child, who was
about five years of age, and who put the chaplet on her head. At length
she kissed it and returned it to its mother.

The windows of the houses were dressed with pieces of tapestry and white
flags, which appeared to my view nothing more than sheets and
table-cloths. The Garde Nationale lined the streets, and by the
acclamations of, "Vive Louis le Dix-huit, Louis le Desire, les Bourbons!"
and other cries, all foreigners who had never visited France or conversed
with its natives, would have exclaimed, "Look at these loyal people; how
they love the Bourbon dynasty!"

The mounted National Guard who came after the royal carriage out-Heroded
Herod by their deafening cries of loyalty. Who would have imagined these
gentl