Paris Jan 30 1836.
My dear Frances,
I arrived here last evening and took lodging at the Hotel des Etrangers in the Rue Vivienne, a comfortable and rather well conducted public house and not very dear. You see that I was five days in arriving. At Carlsruhe I found my travelling companion waiting for me with his father and brother and sister, with whom I breakfasted, and who commended him very earnestly to my charge. 1 He is not a bad looking man at first sight, though with quite a Jewish cast of countenance; indeed you are struck with the blackness of his hair and eyes--quite blue-black--as somebody once expressed it in speaking of the people of southern Italy-- and his very clear brown complection, but when you look at him more closely you perceive a kind of imbecile hanging of the under lip and a wandering of the eyes, as if he was looking about him for help or advice, or as if he turned them upon you in dread of reproof. I found him utterly irresolute and destitute of decision in almost every possible circumstance, perfectly infantine in all his transactions with men, and needing as much looking after as a boy of five years old. He speaks a little Italian French and English but it is difficult to make him comprehend any thing in either of these languages; so that I am frequently put to my bad German --this however may be owing to want of practice on his part as he has learnt these languages only from books. I saw nothing remarkable in the country between Heidelberg and Strasbourg. Of Carlsruhe I only remarked that the streets were wider and more regular than in most Ger