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A Memoir of the Reverend Sydney Smith
Letters 1826
Sydney Smith to Catharine Amelia Smith, 5 May 1826
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May 5th, 1826.
Dearest Kate,

I went yesterday to the Cimetière du Pere la Chaise. This is a large burying-ground of two hundred acres, out of Paris. The tombs are placed in little gardens by the relations, and covered with flowers. You see people mourning and weeping over the graves of their friends. I was much pleased and affected with it.

From thence I went to the Castle of Vincennes, two or three miles from Paris. It was here that the Duke
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d’Enghien was shot by order of Buonaparte. A monument, in very bad taste, is erected to his memory in the chapel. The castle is not inhabited, but by artillerymen; it is a sort of bad Woolwich. The park is immense; at first they would not let me in, but a sergeant of artillery, who was showing it to his friends, admitted me to be of the party. It is not however worth seeing,—only worth driving round.

I went to dine with Mr. and Mrs. Greathed. They gave me a very good dinner, particularly a filet de bœuf piqué of admirable flavour and contrivance. There was a gentleman, whose name I could not learn, nor ascertain his nature; and a very agreeable, clever woman, by the name of Quesnel, the widow of Holcroft, who writes for the stage, here; she has six children by her first, and six by her second husband, and she says she is called at her hotel la dame aux enfans! God bless you all!

S. S.