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"Man, on the dubious waves of error tossed,

His ship half foundered, and his compass lost,

Sees, far as human optics may command,

A sleeping fog, and fancies it dry land."

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day after the close of the Congress, the delegates and their friends were invited to a soirée by M. de Tocqucville, Minister for Foreign Affairs, to take place on the next evening (Saturday); and, as my colored face and curly hair did not prevent my getting aninvitation, I was present with the rest of my peace brethren.

Had I been in America, where color is considered a crime, I would not have been seen at such a gathering, unless as a servant. In company with several delegates, we left the Bedford Hotel for the mansion of the Minister of Foreign Affairs; and, on arriving, we found a file of soldiers drawn up before the gate. This did not seem much like peace: however, it was merely done in honor of the company. We entered the building through massive doors, and resigned ourselves into the hands of good-looking waiters in white wigs; and, after our names were duly announced, were passed from room to room, 7