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I have been studying all the maps and gazetteers to discover the best access to Statesburgh. Georgetown seems to be the nearest port; but whether there be thence a direct road, I cannot discover. Does our friend Doctor Blythe still reside at Georgetown? If so, I should repose on him for the means of transportation. Desire Mari to write to him to aid me in case I should take that route.
Cicero, writing to Atticus of Pompey his preparation against Caesar, saith, Consilium Pompeii plane Themistocleum est; putat enim, qui mari potitur, eum rerum potiri. And, without doubt, Pompey had tired out Caesar, if upon vain confidence, he had not left that way. We see the great effects of battles by sea. The battle of Actium, decided the empire of the world.
The "grave sense" is still further off, and must wait a more fit occasion. As you are skilled in ancient mythology, I pray you to inform me whether there was ever a goddess of nonsense. A god won't serve my purpose. Momus, for instance, is a loud, boisterous, rude, coarse fellow. Leave off the vice-president, &c., in the direction of your letters. Let it be simply A.B. or Colonel B. Tell Mari so.
In a few days I shall be on the high road to health. Mari is well, and the boy charming. Adieu. Philadelphia, June 3, 1903. I have only to announce my safe arrival yesterday noon. Went forthwith to see the B.'s. They were all out of town. Will be back to-day. Send me the number of volumes of the American Encyclopedia. I wish to complete the set, and must, therefore, know the deficiencies.
Il ecrit tres-bien, voyez-vous comme un pirate comme un Bohemien comme un homme. But for this I would have said to my mother Ma mere! quittons ce lache mari, cette lache societe retournons a mon pere." "The pirate would have wearied you like the rest," said Pen. "Eh! Il me faut des emotions," said Blanche.
You, too, my dear Natalie, will read with instruction and amusement the account of Louisiana. Washington, January 25, 1804. A letter from Mari, without a line from Theodosia, is novel. If the compliment should be returned, I should bring an old house about my ears. But no apologies or explanations. I hate them, and the matter will be forgotten before they can reach me.
Thence it is three parasangs to the city of Arles, which has about 200 Israelites, at their head being R. Moses, R. Tobias, R. Isaiah, R. Solomon, the chief rabbi R. Nathan, and R. Abba Mari, since deceased . From there it is two days' journey to Marseilles , which is a city of princely and wise citizens, possessing two congregations with about 300 Jews.
'Enfin', to use a very coarse and vulgar saying, 'il y a de la merde au bout du baton, quelque part'. I see and hear these storms from shore, 'suave mari magno', etc.
I shall be down at the races, and want to have the gratification of displaying it. From my date and my last letter you imagine that Natalie is in town, but you are mistaken. I came down in the hope of meeting her, and to buy some furniture for the Oaks. Mari on business. I return to Waccamaw to-morrow morning early. My husband left me to-day for Columbia.
Madame de MacMahon came up to me, saying: "Madame Waddington, Sa Majeste demande les nouvelles de M. Waddington," upon which His Majesty planted himself directly in front of me, so close that he almost touched me, and asked in a quick, abrupt manner, as if he were firing off a shot: "Ou est votre mari?" "A Berlin, Sire." "Pourquoi a Berlin?" "Comme plenipotentiaire Francais au Congres de Berlin."
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