LONDON, Friday, June 13th, 1862.
—Read fifty pages of Alison; wrote up lost journal; did German and French. We went to a sort of breakfast held by Mr. Baring at the Crystal Palace, which did look lovely compared with the monotonous Exhibition. [FN: That of 1862] Wretched Blondin did his feats on the tight rope (it was not tight at all) at an awful height: we did not know he would. One is certain he will some day be killed; and what a wickedness to tempt Providence to such a degree! A moment's giddiness, an attack of cramp, a breakage of the rope, and nothing could save him. It was mar¬vellous: he hung himself head downwards by one leg! walked backwards briskly; stood on his head, made somersaults, etc.
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