He was a Nihilist of the most uncompromising type; a huge, shaggy man, with an unkempt head and chest like those of a bear; and by his side--more or less--there was a pretty, _petite_, dainty little young wife--beauty and the beast, if ever that storied couple were seen in the flesh! Many years afterwards when I and my wife saw Pulszky at Pesth, and were talking of old times, he reminded me of this person; and on my doubting that any man in his senses could believe in the practicability of the extreme Nihilist theories, he instanced our old acquaintance, saying, "Yes, there is a man, who in his very inmost conscience believes that no good of any sort can be achieved for humanity till the sponge shall have been passed over _all_ that men have instituted and done, and a perfect _tabula rasa_ has been substituted for it!" I have many letters from Pulszky, written most of them after his return to Pesth, and for the most part too much occupied with the persons and politics of that recent day to be fit for publication.
Here is one, written before he left Florence, which may be given: * * * * * "VILLA PETROVICH.
"MY DEAR TROLLOPE,--I am just returned from a long excursion with Boxall to Arezzo, Cortona, Borgo San Sepolcro, Citta di Castello, Perugia, and Assisi.

We were there for a week, and enjoyed it amazingly.

I am sorry to say that I am not now able to join your party to Camaldoli, since I must see Garibaldi, and do not know as yet what I shall do when the war begins, which might happen during your excursion.

I hope you will drink a glass of water to my remembrance at La Vernia from the miraculous well, called from the rocks by my patron saint, St.Francis of Assisi.

I shall come to you on Sunday, and will tell you more about him.