Isn't it a true martyrdom?
I ask.

What is apprehended is paralysis, or at best nervous infirmity for life, from the effect of the blows (on the spine) of that savage.
Then, just as we arrived in Paris, dear Lady Elgin had another 'stroke,' and was all but gone.

She rallied, however, with her wonderful vitality, and we left her sitting in her garden, fixed to the chair, of course, and not able to speak a word, nor even to gesticulate distinctly, but with the eloquent soul full and radiant, alive to both worlds.

Robert and I sate there, talking politics and on other subjects, and there she sate and let no word drop unanswered by her bright eyes and smile.

It was a beautiful sight.