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CANNES, _January 6, 1870_.

DEAR FRIEND: I thank you for your letter, and for your good wishes. I

did not reply at once, because I did not have the physical strength. The

cold weather, which has come upon us suddenly, is very severe, and has

done me a great deal of harm. I feel a little better to-day, and take

advantage of it to write to you. I am deeply discouraged; nothing does

me any good. I try all the remedies, and find myself again back at the

point from which I started; after a few days of relief, the disease

manifests itself again as forcibly as ever. I sleep wretchedly, and with

the greatest difficulty.

Not only do I not eat, but all kinds of nourishment inspire in me a

feeling of disgust. Nearly all day I suffer frightfully, sometimes

accompanied with spasms of pain. I read with great difficulty, and

frequently do not understand the words under my eyes. I have an idea of

something which I should like to put into a work, but how is it possible

to write in the midst of these troubles! So you see, dear friend, the

situation in which I find myself. I have the certainty that a slow and

painful death is to be my fate. I must become reconciled to it.

The political situation, of which I understand nothing at all, is not

calculated to offer me an agreeable distraction. It seems to me that we

are marching on to a revolution, which will be more disastrous than the

one through which we passed so blithesomely twenty years ago. I should

like the performance to be delayed a little while, so that I may not

attend it.

It froze here at six degrees, a phenomenon which has not occurred since

1821, so say the oldest inhabitants; all the gardens have been ruined.

The cold snap came just when one might have supposed it to be midsummer;

the season was advanced, and everything in bloom. It was lamentable to

see great, beautiful plants, full of blossoms, from seven to eight feet

tall in the evening, in one night reduced to the consistency of spinach.

Good-bye, dear friend. Keep well, and let me sometimes hear from you. I

wish you a happy New Year....

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