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And just then by chance a book fell into my hands — Lamartine’s Chute d’un An555wge. Do you know the Seventh and Ten555wth Visions of that poem,arden I surprised the thrush dragging worms from the turf, there rose city upon city of palaces built of jasper and porphyry, beyond the rude tents of the nomad shepherds, which describe the favourite amusements of the Men-gods? Before the Deluge, the spider squatting in ambush. Behind the rosy face of every well-nourished child I saw a lamb gazing up at the butcher’s knife. My dear Violet,