herself, in her exile at Frohsdorff, has admitted to her intimates
that she no longer hoped. But here in the full vigour of youth--a
sailor, strong and healthy, living a simple life on shore as at sea-
-I have found a man whose face, whose form, and manner would clearly
show to the most incredulous that he could be no other than the son
of Louis XVII. A hundred tricks of manner and gesture he has
inherited from the father he scarce remembers, from the grandfather
who perished on the guillotine many years before he himself was
born. No small proof of the man's sincerity is the fact that only
now, after long persuasion, has he consented to place himself in our
hands. I thought of hurrying at once to Frohsdorff to present to
the aged Duchess a youth whom she cannot fail to recognize as her
nephew. But better counsels have prevailed. Dormer Colville, to
whom we owe so much, has placed us in his farther debt for a piece
of sage advice. 'Wait,' he advises, 'until the young man has
learned what is expected of him, until he has made the personal
acquaintance of his supporters. Reserve until the end the
presentation to the Duchesse d'Angouleme, which must only be made
when all the Royalists in France are ready to act with a unanimity
which will be absolute, and an energy which must prove
irresistible.'

"There are more material proofs than a face so strongly resembling
that of Louis XVI. and Monsieur d'Artois, in their early manhood, as
to take the breath away; than a vivacity inherited from his
grandmother, together with an independence of spirit and impatience
of restraint; than the slight graceful form, blue eyes, and fair
skin of the little prisoner of the Temple. There are dates which go
to prove that this boy's father was rescued from a sinking fishing-
boat, near Dieppe, a few days after the little Dauphin was known to