Ihadtwoprieststoluncheonyesterday:theBishopandPereRemy。Theywereverypleasant，andquitecleantoo，whichhasbeenknownsometimesnottobe-evenwithbishops。
Monseigneurisnotunimposing；withhiswhitebeardandhisvioletgirdlehelookssplendidlyepiscopal，andwhenourthreewaitingladscameuponeafteranotherandkneeledbeforehiminthebighall，andkissedhisring，itdidmegoodforapieceofpageantry。Remyisveryengaging；heisalittle，nervous，eagerman，likeagoverness，andbrimfuloflaughterandsmalljokes。Soisthebishopindeed，andourluncheonpartywentoffmerrily-farmoremerrilythanmanyaGermanspread，thoughwithsomuchlessliquor。Onetraitwasdelicious。WithacompleteignoranceoftheProtestantthatIwouldscarcehaveimagined，herelatedtousasnewslittlestoriesfromthegospels，andgotthenamesallwrong！Hiscommentsweredelicious，andtoourearsathoughtirreverent。’AH！ILCONNAISSAITSONMONDE，ALLEZ！’’ILETAITFIN，NOTRESEIGNEUR！’etc。
FRIDAY。
DownwithFannyandBelle，tolunchattheInternational。
Heardthereaboutthehugefollyofthehour，alltheMulinuuammunitionhavingbeenyesterdaymarchedopenlytovaultsinMatafele；andthismorning，onacryofprotestfromthewhites，openlyandhumiliatinglydisinterredandmarchedbackagain。Peoplespokeofitwithakindofshrillnotethatdidnotquitesatisfyme。Theyseemednotquitewellatease。Luncheonover，werodeoutontheMalieroad。AllwasquietinVaiusu，andwhenwegottothesecondford，alas！