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lady, from my own city, whose bridal tour was a voy age to Europe. Their kind, considerate attentions, if either indisposition or home-sickness threw transient shadow over my path, partook so much of the sym pathetic, filial character, as to implant enduring grat itude.
The Americans in France, at this period, were nu merous, and disposed to social intercourse. Conspicu ous among them, though always averse to display, was the Hon. Martin Brimmer, of Boston, one of the most perfect gentlemen and consistent Christians that any nation could boast, and who, not long after re turning to his native land, was summoned to a " better country, that is, an heavenly." Having been for some time, with his young son, a resident in Paris, we prof ited much by his excellent judgment, in the selec tion of objects best worthy of a traveller s time and regard.
In traversing the splendid apartments of the Tuil- eries, now the favorite residence of a peaceful dynasty, the mind involuntarily turns to those vestiges of the past, which have given it prominence in history. Among the structures of the capital of France, it early attracts the notice of the traveller. Stretching along the banks of the Seine, it is connected with the Louvre by a gallery commenced during the reign of Henry the Fourth, and finished under the auspices of Louis the Fourteenth. Three sides of an immense parallel ogram are thus formed, and it was the intention of Bonaparte to have added the fourth, and completed
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