Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: LETTERS FROM PARIS. Pavil1on Marsan, Les Tuileries, Paris, December 13, 1856. I Will at all events make the attempt to retain and impart to you some of the impressions which follow each other in such quick succession. We landed at Calais on Wednesday afternoon, in the most beautiful warm sunshine, and Count Bois le Comte, general of division, and the PreTet, M. de Tauley, were awaiting the Prince's arrival. Count Hatzfeld, General Schrecken- stein, and Major von Earner had arrived the day before us. An hotel had been hired for us in the gloomy old town, which may have been a convent in the time of King Edward IV., and I was shown to my cell. After the formal visits of courtesy had been duly made and returned, adinner was served at six o'clock, which tasted all the better when I thought of the condition in which those who were crossing the Channel might be at the time. The sea was so rough the day before that the steam-packet had not started. The submarine telegraph announced that "His Royal Highness left Dover at eight o'clock." Two battalions were paraded on the mole, and "une escorte de cavalerie prece'dera I'e'quipage de Son Altesse Royale le Prince durant tout son sejour en France, amoins qu'elle ne donnera des ordres contraires." Such orders were not given, since the Prince only learned at Dover that a grand reception awaited him at Calais. A royal salute soon thundered from the walls, and the Vivid slowly passed up the harbour in the darkness. We sprang upstairs to the deck, and I was pleased to see his Highness, without any appearance of sea-sickness, with the simple and natural ease of a well-bred gentleman, quite able to say something friendly and appropriate, not only to the military men, but also to the clergy, the municipal authorities and others, who were pr...