In 1871 Laurence Oliphant, who had been living more or less apart from European interests during the last few preceding years, appeared in Paris just after the war. His temporary freedom from the Prophet's thrall was signalised by his brilliant correspondence in the ‘Times,’ giving in his wonderful word-pictures accounts of the shifting drama from week to week and from day to day what was going on within its walls. Knowing how keenly interested John Blackwood was in the events which had recently taken place, he invited him to come over and visit him, and see for himself the fearful devastation the Parisians had wreaked on their beautiful city. My father's letters are full of the disgust and indignation he felt at the pitiful sights, and a never - ceasing wonder at the characteristics of the French nation.

John Blackwood to his Wife.

Hôtel Chatham, November 30, 1871.

Soon after I came down Oliphant appeared, and we have been driving about the town until it is close on post-time. It is a most striking scene. As I surveyed the different wrecks, “The beasts!” were the most frequent words on my lips. Larrie is in great force, and I am going to stay with him, so you can address 9 Rue du Centre. He is up near the Arcade l'Étoile.… I hope this will find you and Puck safe in Randolph Crescent after a not very disagreeable crossing.