a pebble I should have shared St Stephen�s fate. At the upper win-
dows there were men and pretty, gaily dressed women. Chimes played, police-
men trotted up and down, and kept the road clear. Backing against
a shop, we waited over an hour, and presently the civic visitors passed.
A troop of Guards, band playing the inevitable �Partant pour la Syrie,�
a close carriage, windows shut, and Louis Napoleon and wife within.
I think he dreads assassination. Sam wanted to go off
elsewhere, but Minnie was tired and I bored, so we left him, and
per omnibus to their house. After a steak dinner which was got
somewhat latish, we plotted going off to the theatre, but Sam came
in by 5, and was sulky with Minnie, so that balked it. I
stayed, Charley came and by 8 1/2 we returned home together.
20. Friday. To Parternoster Row with intent to meet Charley,
in the evening, but missed him; so to Barmaids Inn. Jack
Boutcher in his tavern parlor, in company with his African friend,
long clay pipes and gin-and-water. No recent news of his brother.
Returning, found George Clarke at home. He stayed supper with
us. My sisters out at a ball.
21. Saturday. Walk in afternoon, met Charley & returned
With him. Saw L.N. and Empress pass on their way to rail.
22. Sunday. London Bridge stroll in morning. With Char-
ley Camberwell way, and towards Sydenham in the evening.
Spring buds and blossoms on trees and hedge rows, � �growth seed
and bloweth mead, and springeth the wood new� � the night cold
and clear, and the moonlight glancing on the roof of the palace
of glass. Called in at Sam�s subsequently. Heath, his
wife, also the blooming �Tilly� there, having on Thursday come