He delights in the figures, can draw and name them all, detects them by the touch when blindfolded.
Each, mental effort of the kind he still follows up with an imbecile chuckle, as indeed his face and whole manner are still that of an idiot; but he has been raised from his sensual state, and can now discriminate and name colors and perfumes which before were all alike to him.

He is partially redeemed; earlier, no doubt, far more might have been done for him, but the degree of success is an earnest which must encourage to perseverance in the most seemingly hopeless cases.

I thought sorrowfully of the persons of this class whom I have known in our country, who might have been so raised and solaced by similar care.

I hope ample provision may erelong be made for these Pariahs of the human race; every case of the kind brings its blessings with it, and observation on these subjects would be as rich in suggestion for the thought, as such acts of love are balmy for the heart.
LETTER XIII.
MUSIC IN PARIS .-- CHOPIN AND THE CHEVALIER NEUKOMM .-- ADIEU TO PARIS .-- A MIDNIGHT DRIVE IN A DILIGENCE .-- LYONS AND ITS WEAVERS .-- THEIR MANNER OF LIFE .-- A YOUNG WIFE .-- THE WEAVERS' CHILDREN .-- THE BANKS OF THE RHONE .-- DREARY WEATHER FOR SOUTHERN FRANCE .-- THE OLD ROMAN AMPHITHEATRE AT ARLES .-- THE WOMEN OF ARLES .-- MARSEILLES .-- PASSAGE TO GENOA .-- ITALY .-- GENOA AND NAPLES .-- BAIAE .-- VESUVIUS .-- THE ITALIAN CHARACTER AT HOME .-- PASSAGE FROM LEGHORN IN A SMALL STEAMER .-- NARROW ESCAPE .-- A CONFUSION OF LANGUAGES .-- DEGRADATION OF THE NEAPOLITANS.
Naples.
In my last days at Paris I was fortunate in hearing some delightful music.

A friend of Chopin's took me to see him, and I had the pleasure, which the delicacy of Iris health makes a rare one for the public, of hearing him play.