self to take some liberties with the Princess of Darmstadt, the first wife of the Grand Duke Paul-Petrowicz. Both were nephews of the celebrated Cossack Ataman, the lover and husband of the Empress Elizabeth. Razumowski, of whom I speak here, was a gentleman of good manners, and what is still more, with a heart open to humanity. We were lodged in a large convent of ex-Jesuits; he came to see us, sent us a good supper, and invited us to dinner the following day. Though they gave us opium in large doses, I spent a sleepless night, and suffered so much that I was not able to pay my visit until the evening, when I went to Razumowski's house, accompanied by my Arguses. I found it full of people, that is to say, there was a great number of Russians, and few Poles. Amongst the latter was Madame Poupart, the wife of a general formerly in the Polish service, but who after the partition had passed into that of Russia. Mademoiselle Kamienska, her sister, was with her; both were pretty, and full of sensibility. The tears which
