DEAR WILLIAM, You know this place. The Louvre is just opposite, the Palais Royal is just behind, and you and I were here in 1877. You see we have not been quite able to keep to our plan of not going out of the United Kingdom. I have to be in London, or rather at Windsor, next Sunday, to make a few remarks to the Queen, so we ran over here for the week between. It looks just as it used to. The Venus of Milo is over there in the round hall, with the red curtains behind her, and the Titians, Murillos, and Raphaels are upstairs. The cabs go whirling over the asphalt, just as they used to when you and I were in them. It is very jolly and pretty, and I wish that you were here. Everything in London was very good. The Dean was all civility. He gave us his dinner party, and Farrar and others were there ; and we went to the great Bradlaugh debate in the House of Commons, and stayed until it broke up at two o’clock in the morning. We went also to Lambeth, and saw the Archbishop, but did not lunch with him. The pictures in Trafalgar Square were just as fine as ever, and I bought some Waukenphasts, and preached in the Abbey on the 4th of July evening. Farrar preached in the morning, and beat me on Yankee Doodle ! Tell Mary I shall write her from the High lands. My love to her, the babies, and all Nahant. Affectionately Yours.