Note (return) — RECOLLECTIONS OF A R*T.

I made a point of visiting my venerable friend, the old Comte de Strasbourg, who, unchanged in the rolling on of centuries, lies in his glass coffin, to all appearance in the same freshness of health and vigour in which, when myself a very young man, I saw him many hundred years ago;7 his countess, his son, and his daughter, keep him company, each in their separate place of repose. Alas, alas! the sight made me weep.