[237] _Cf._ Vol., V., p. 81, n. 5. The Comte de Montbel's _Notice sur le Duc de Reichstadt_ had appeared in that year 1833. The Duke had died at Schonbrünn, three miles from Vienna, the residence of the Austrian Archdukes, on the 22nd of July; the distance is about 180 miles from Vienna to Prague, where Charles X. and his little Court took up their residence.--T. [238] Leopold I. King of the Belgians (1790-1865) was the youngest son of Francis Duke of Saxe Saalfeld-Coburg when he was elected to the Belgian Throne in 1831. He was married first, in 1816, to Charlotte Princess Royal of England, who died in 1817. In 1832, Leopold married Louise Princesse d'Orléans, daughter of Louis-Philippe.--T. BOOK VIII[239] Journal from Padua to Prague, from the 20th to the 26th of September 1833--Conegliano--The translator of the _Dernier Abencerrage_--Udine--Countess Samoyloff--M. de La Ferronays--A priest--Carinthia--The Drave--A peasant lad--Forges--Breakfast at the hamlet of St. Michael--The neck of the Tauern--A cemetery--Atala: how changed--A sunrise--Salzburg--A military review--Happiness of the peasants--Woknabrück--Reminiscences of Plancoët--Night--German and Italian towns contrasted--Linx--The Danube--Waldmünchen--Woods--Recollections of Combourg and Lucile--Travellers--Prague--Madame de Gontaut--The young Frenchmen--Madame la Dauphine--An excursion to Butschirad--Butschirad--Charles X. asleep--Henry V.--Reception of the young men--The ladder and the peasant-woman--Dinner at Butschirad--Madame de Narbonne--Henry V.--A rubber--Charles X.--My incredulity touching the declaration of majority--The newspapers--Scene of the young men--Prague--I leave for France--I pass by Butschirad at night--A meeting at Schlau--Carlsbad empty--Hollfeld--Bamberg--My different St. Francis' Days--Trials of religion--France. I was greatly distressed, when passing by Mestre, towards the end of the night, not to be able to go down to the shore: perhaps a distant beacon in the furthermost lagoons would have shown me the fairest of the islands of the Old World, even as a tiny light revealed to Christopher Columbus the first island of the New World[240]. It was at Mestre that I landed from Venice, at the time of my first journey in 1806: _fugit ætas._ I breakfasted at Conegliano; I there received the compliments of the friends of a lady who had translated the _Abencerrage_ and who doubtless resembled Bianca: "He saw a young woman come out, attired much after the fashion of those Gothic queens sculptured on the monuments of our old abbeys... a black mantilla was thrown over her head; with her left hand she held the ends of this mantilla crossed and drawn up close like a veil over her chin, so that nothing was seen of her whole face but her large eyes and rosy mouth." I pay my debt to the translator of my Spanish reveries by reproducing her portrait here.