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You can form no idea of the vast amount of stuff there is here to see. All of which is the finest of its kind, but after a few days of it the mind rebels like an over loadened stomach. 

For instance, a day or so ago we went into the "Hotel des Invalides" a sort of "soldiers home", where Napoleon's tomb is. The tomb is very impressive, but it is not the only thing to see. I had heard there was a sort of museum of war somewhere among the buildings and we circled about until we found them. Of course it begins with the stone age, of which they have but scanty material. But by the time of the crusades the collection is so full that after passing down a long, long hall lined on each side and down the center with figures in armor, some on horses 

armered also, many of them being the armer of the great men of old times, that, when a second hall opens up as completely filled as the first, of the same age, you feel completely unable to apreciate any further. We were unable to even enter half the rooms of the place before the party was exhausted, for we had been to the Pantheon in the morning. It is a grand building full of grand pictures on its walls but otherwise empty and consequently very restful. After the Pantheon we had gone to an ancient church full of interest in its fine old architecture and stained glass and sculpture &c.  

You would think at this rate we would soon exhaust Paris.

But we learn of new places oftener than we can mark off those that have been seen. And  

Transcription Notes:
&c = etc