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Paris. Nov 7, 1884

My Darling Emmie.

It has been lovely weather here this week, just as good as one could wish so I took a holliday, or rather my health forced me to take one, for, to tell the truth I have had a another fit but got through it all right. No thanks to Mr. Clarkson. Do you remember you said you did'nt think you should like him; well I am sure now that you would not. The morning after the day I was sick he never knocked at the door to see how I was. Isn’t this lovely writing though[[strikethrough]]t[[/strikethrough]]?

Well yesterday that is Thursday I was better and so went out for a walk and naturally over to the Bois de Boulogne I have spoken so much about. It is just lovely. I think the finest park I ever saw.

The avenue that leads to it is stunning I can tell you; the sidewalks are as wide as our streets and on the side from the st. they are all edged with a hedge of fir trees. Then in the centre of the av. is another line of trees and on the left of that is a track I should think at least 50 feet wide composed of soft turf: made expressly for horseback riders. Well I sauntered up and down the avenue taking in everything that I saw and comparing it, of course with America. It seems that everyone who is young enough rides here. The riders are as thick here as the people who drive are at home; but somehow or other they dont seem to know how to ride. I stayed there I should think an hour or an hour and a half and only saw one fellow and one young lady 
that I thought could ride well; thought they have some of the most stunning horses I ever saw. The funniest thing I saw was a one legged man riding: to be sure he had a wooden leg but it didn't seem to do him any particular good and stuck out like a sore thumb.

I also saw a very funny thing today at least I thought so; it was a man leading 5 or 6 horses and the way he did it was this; he led the first one, then he tied the second one's bridle to the first ones tail and so on through the hole line. Well it was very funny to see all these horses with their heads and tails out perfectly straight and the man hauling them along.

Monday I went down to work and got a fine place my name being second on the list. They take the names alphabetically skipping 10 every Monday. Well mine was second so I got a fine place and started in. I think I got the best starte that I have got but that night I was taken sick. When I found I was going to have one I went to Clarkson's door and told him that I thought I might have a fit. He was in bed and he staid their. He said "I hope not but if you do just call on me". Never stirring from his bed or asking me how I was. Gallison whom I spoke of as being here was in my room: he is a Dr. when he is at home; and he went right into his room and got me some stuff: well [[strikethrough]] they [[/strikethrough]] it did not seem to relieve me so he kindly volunteered to go down stairs and get the Dr. who owns the house. Well he and Madame came up, she fixed a poultice and he got me something to take. There [[strikethrough]] would [[/strikethrough]] must have been lots of laudanum in it for it put me to sleep in about half an