Thursday, 3 July 1879

I dreamed of Prince Jérôme Napoléon. He will have to make up his mind. The cowardly English!
That Carey! I predicted it correctly. He is to be court-martialled. But alas, none of this brings the dead back to life.
Who, indeed, could fail to pay homage to the elevated spirit and the golden heart that dictated that testament? He had to die for that spirit and that heart to be known.