“I have the intention,” replied the President, “of inaugurating treaties, not with England alone, but with all nations,—with France, Germany—” “Do not forget my Austria,” I interrupted. He smiled. “And Austria and Italy, and England of course. But England should not be the sole and only one, else the treaty might be misunderstood as an alliance of the English-speaking races. It is America’s duty to make treaties simultaneously with all civilized nations. And I contemplate one other thing, namely, that these treaties shall be more far-reaching in their scope, and with fewer limitations, than those already concluded in Europe.” The President said among other things that he especially admired Austria’s acquisition of power in Bosnia; he called this “a feat.” I went from Washington directly to Cincinnati. Cincinnati is a manufacturing city, therefore somewhat gray and smoky, but nevertheless it is surrounded by a girdle of smiling villas and is provided with a public garden which, not without justification, is called Eden Park. The lectures of the peace delegates were delivered in a concert hall which holds four thousand people, and which on that evening was filled to overflowing. The heads of the official departments, among them a bishop, delivered the introductory addresses, and I was given the flattering surprise of seeing, over the platform, the title of my book gleaming in electric letters, “Lay Down Your Arms.” On our way back we stopped at Buffalo, and from there made an excursion to Niagara Falls. One thing with which I might reproach this splendid spectacle of nature—and yet it is not its fault—is the circumstance that around the raging waters, on the steep, wooded banks, there stand, in place of Indian wigwams, modern villas and hotels, and—worse yet—on a plateau mirrored in the rolling flood a billboard, twenty meters long, calls the attention of pilgrims to Niagara to a certain species of biscuit! On the other hand, it is bewitching when from various positions brilliantly colored rainbows, accompanied by others of paler hues, appear and vanish and hover over the rising mists like veils. I brought my visit to America to a close with a visit of several days in Ithaca at the house of the former ambassador, Dr. Andrew D. White. Ithaca and its famous university is a little world in itself. Thus these three weeks in America have flown like a dream, and I am again on board, homeward bound—richer in magnificent impressions, with my mental horizon enlarged more than I had ever dreamed possible. I have looked through a new window—hastily, I must confess, and through only a narrow opening—into the universe. INDEX Aberdeen, Earl of, II, 264 Aberdeen, Lady Isabel, II, 264, 400 Adam, Madame Juliette, I, 278, 280; II, 233 Adler, Friedrich, II, 82, 83 Adler, Moritz, I, 389; II, 142, 192 Adlerberg, Count, I, 200 Adlerberg, Countess Mary, I, 200