Boulevards, belfries, milliners,

Huts, chemists, Cossacks, shopkeepers

And fashionable magazines,

Balconies, lion's heads on doors,

Jackdaws on every spire - in scores.(75)

[Note 75: The first line refers to the prevailing shape of the cast-iron handles which adorn the porte cocheres. The Russians are fond of tame birds - jackdaws, pigeons, starlings, etc., abound in Moscow and elsewhere.]

XXXVII.

The weary way still incomplete,

An hour passed by - another - till,

Near Khariton's in a side street

The coach before a house stood still.

At an old aunt's they had arrived

Who had for four long years survived

An invalid from lung complaint.

A Kalmuck gray, in caftan rent

And spectacles, his knitting staid

And the saloon threw open wide;

The princess from the sofa cried

And the newcomers welcome bade.

The two old ladies then embraced

And exclamations interlaced.

XXXVIII.

"Princesse, mon ange!" - "Pachette!" -

"Aline!"

"Who would have thought it? As of yore!

Is it for long?" - "Ma chere cousine!"

"Sit down. How funny, to be sure!

'Tis a scene of romance, I vow!"

"Tania, my eldest child, you know" -

"Ah! come, Tattiana, come to me!

Is it a dream, and can it be?

Cousin, rememb'rest Grandison?"

"What! Grandison?" - "Yes, certainly!"

"Oh! I remember, where is he?" -

"Here, he resides with Simeon.