stand and value him. He has a brother Henry, who is also very clever in a different vein, and is just now publishing a book on the present state of France.
"Do they like the D'Israelis in America?'
"I assured her ladyship that the 'Curiosities of Literature,' by the father, and 'Vivian Grey' and 'Contarini Fleming,' by the son, were universally known.
"'I am pleased at that, for I like them both. D'Israeli the elder came here with his son the other night. It would have delighted you to see the old man's pride in him, and the son's respect and affection for his father. D'Israeli the elder lives in the country, about twenty miles from town; seldom comes up to London, and leads a life of learned leisure, each day hoarding up and dispensing forth treasures of literature. He is courtly, yet urbane, and impresses one at once with confidence in his goodness. In his manners, D'Israeli the younger is quite his own character of "Vivian Grey;" full of genius and eloquence, with extreme good nature, and a perfect frankness of character.'
"I asked if the account I had seen in some American paper of a literary celebration at Canandaigua, and the engraving of her ladyship's name with some others upon a rock, was not a quiz.
"'Oh, by no means. I was much amused by the whole affair. I have a great idea of taking a trip to America to see it. Then the letter, commencing, "Most charming Countess—for charming you must be, since you have written the ’Conversations of Lord Byron'"—oh, it was quite delightful. I have shown it to every body. By-
