. The life of Bismarck, private and political;. ople, I should propose to you to come with child and baggageto this place, and remain here the whole winter, as many of theEnglish do, from reasons of economy, which prevails here in thewinter season. Biarritz, 12th October, dear Sister,—I am so delightfully disengaged that I cansend a few lines in the direction of my thoughts! I am well, par-ticularly since I have yesterday and to-day at last received newsof Johannas gradual recovery. I reached here on the forenoonof the 7th—in Paris we still had fires, from Bordeaux an agree-able temper
. The life of Bismarck, private and political;. ople, I should propose to you to come with child and baggageto this place, and remain here the whole winter, as many of theEnglish do, from reasons of economy, which prevails here in thewinter season. Biarritz, 12th October, dear Sister,—I am so delightfully disengaged that I cansend a few lines in the direction of my thoughts! I am well, par-ticularly since I have yesterday and to-day at last received newsof Johannas gradual recovery. I reached here on the forenoonof the 7th—in Paris we still had fires, from Bordeaux an agree-able temperature, and here heat so that summer clothing was nec-essary. Since yesterday there has been a north wind, and it iscooler, but still warmer than I have felt it all the summer. Avery light summer coat was too hot for me on my evenings walkby the shore. Until now I have taken seven baths, and now pro-ceed with two per diem. I am writing to you by the open win-dow, with flickering lights, and the moonlit sea before me, the 376 plash of which, is accompanied by the carriage bells on the roadto Bajonne. The lighthouse in front of me changes its lightfrom red to white, and I am looking with some appetite at theclock, to see whether the dinner hour of seven has not have not for a long time found myself in such comfortableclimatic and business conditions, and yet the evil habit of workhas rooted itself so deeply in my nature that I feel some disquietof conscience at my laziness—almost long for the Wilhelm Strasse,at least if my dear ones were there. Monsieur, le diner est serviis the announcement. The 13th.—I could not yesterday write any further. Afterdinner we took a moonlight walk on the southern shore, fromwhich we returned, very tired, at about eleven oclock. I slepttill nine; about ten bathed in water of 14° warmer* than ever Ihad found the North Sea in August; and now we are going to-gether to Fuent Arabia, beyond the frontier; shall dine on o
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