What expiation will God require of France for these martyrdoms? And we are going away.… Shall we return? We are to visit Fourvières, Ars, Paray-le-Monial, and first of all the Grande Chartreuse――what a journey!――and _you_ afterwards. I am fond of travelling――fond of the unknown, of beautiful views, movement, the pretty, wondering eyes of the little ones, the halts, for one or two days, in hotels, all the moving of the household which reminds me of the pleasant time when I used to travel with my Kate. Dearest sister, I long, I long to embrace you! Your kind, rare, and delightful letters, which I learn by heart the first day, the feeling of that nearness of our hearts to each other which nothing on earth can separate――this is also you; but to _see_ you is sweeter than all the rest. Marcella wishes to be named in this letter. You know whether or not the whole family loves Mme. Kate. Send us your good angel during our wanderings, and believe in the fondest affection of your Georgina. TO BE CONTINUED. [21] “Behold the sapless leaves, which fall upon the turf.” [22] “_Dames Auxiliatrices du Purgatoire._” [23] Past days, which each of us recalls with tears, Days we regret in vain, had you so many charms? Or was your brightness also marred by winds, And doth our weariness of the present make you seem so fair? [24] In Brittany the poor are habitually called _les pauvres du Bon Dieu_.――TRANSL. [25] Mgr. de la Bouillerie [26] In French, _L’Oiseau du Bon Dieu_; in Catholic England, “Our Lady’s bird.” [27] In the hymn _Adeste fideles_. [28] _Gâteau des Rois_, “Twelfth-Cake.” [29] To offer two pure [grains of] incense: innocence and happiness. [30] The purest Italian, “_Lingua Toscana in bocca Romana_.” [31] What, then, are days, that they should deserve our tears? [32] “Thou lovedst me amongst all, and the gifts that men desire――this unknown power accorded to the lyre, this mysterious art of pleasing by the voice――if I am said to own it, Lord, I owe it all to thee.” CHRISTINA ROSSETTI’S POEMS.[33]