And you have remarked already in the journals the care the European Governments take to organize their meteorological service.
You ought then, if you have not already done so, to publish in the different languages illustrated editions of your work. I say illustrated, because the cuts speak to the eyes of the multitude, and often bring to notice things passed over without notice. . . . Now allow me to express to you, at the end of one year that rolls past, and another which approaches in silence, the desire that all your holy vows be fulfilled, the hope that all your family enjoy perfect health, and that they keep constantly in the ways of our Saviour the eternal, our God; because only in these paths can they find peace and light. I wish ardently that your unhappy country may not long be torn by a fratricidal war, that you may take up the course of your useful labours, and from afar you will consider that there is one man at least who esteems you, venerates you, and esteems himself that he has known you. In these sentiments I am, my dear and honoured sir, your devoted servant, whenever you shall please to put me to the proof.
The following is an extract from a letter to the Rev. F. W Tremlett, D.C.L., incumbent of St. Peter's, Belsize Park, N.W., written while Maury was at Bowden, England, where he resided at this time to be near his son Matthew ("Brave"), who was at school there:—
My quiet life here is like the pleasant visions of the night Brave's sweet company at breakfast in the morning at 8; then he to school, and I to the indulgence of that last great blessing that was uttered in the gardens of paradise—work, and the will to work—till 5 p.m., in the solitude of a hermit.
When Brave's smiling face illuminates the enchanted castle for twenty minutes. He says grace before soup, takes his plate, and is back to school again from six to nine; and then the affairs of the family and nation, over a glass of milk
