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282 LETTERS FROM MAJORCA. By CHARLES W. Woop, F.R.G.S., AuTHoR oF “ THRoUGH HOLLAND,”’ ‘“UNDER NORTHERN SKIES,” ETC., ETC. Palma, November 14, 1886. wr & Y Dear E.—“ Les jours V.cWNe se suivent et se ressem- VU blent.” But this is hardly true a \i of our life in this Palma de Io Mallorca. AS NS Palma de Mallorca. I am ~ SA never tired of pronouncing these » words, of writing them, or of > Sei) hearing them spoken. The syl- dl lables, soft and liquid, flow musically as the murmur of a stream. Mallorca, too, has a more Southern, more poetical sound than our harder English Majorca, and inclines one to its adoption in future letters. It is also the correct word: you oS WN will look in vain for Majorca in \ a \ any foreign atlas: and correct- eS \\ << ness in small things insures OS Se “S corresponding accuracy in life’s ——— === greater events. eo —- - ‘“Les jours se suivent et se ressemblent.” A saying that has passed into a proverb, with its burden of sadness. Who first wrote it must have been weary of life; at any rate, at that instant of time; for nothing is more certain than that the mind is elastic, and the heart quickly rebounds, and the sorrow of one hour may be turned into the joy of the next. Few memories are so tenacious, few hearts so faithful, that the glow of a great happiness or the gloom of a great grief, will influence all the future life. For the generality of mankind this is well. The few exceptions, with their greater capa- cities for suffering and rejoicing, are those who more often than not might have recorded upon their tombstone the short and comprehen- Sive epitaph: J/zserrimus. “Les jours se suivent et se ressemblent.” One can fancy it echoed by some prisoner in the old Bastille, his only visitors the mice who daily come to be fed from his hand. Or by a Napoleon at CORMICLOOLKS, (eto)