I AM writing to you, mademoiselle, from Mont Saint Michel, which is really the most beautiful Spot in the world, next to Bievre, of course. Les Roches is lovely and charming; a great advantage it possesses over the forbidding mass of dungeons, towers, and rocks which bears the name of Mont saint-michel. It would not be easy to write from a more awe inspiring place to a more delightful one. At this moment I am hemmed in by the sea which surrounds the mount. It must be horrible in winter, with its hurricanes, tempests, and shipwrecks. It is grand, all the same.