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Show The Pope at Eighty Yea.r3. In front of this group walks the pope. Overhis long white dress is thrown a groat scarlet cloak, and h'lB slippers of course, are of the same hue, but he wears on his head a email white skull cap, his scarlet hat beting carried by some one behind him in case of need, lie leans rather hoavily ou his stick, and ho haB lost, to a great extent, ex-tent, the nobly erect carriage which distinguished him but very few years ago. In fact, he stoops now. His voice, too, is weaker, and bis articulation articu-lation less strikingly distinct. It is five years since I last saw him. He was theu 80 years old, and at such an ape five years cannot pasH unnoticed. But at 80 the pope was as strong and vigorous and hale as are moetsirong men at Go. Even now his eye is wondrously bright and keen, and his mobile features change with every variation of thought. His memory, loo, ie as tenaoioua as ever. He remembered re-membered oa whatsuhjects he talked to tne five years ago. glided from Italian into French, and irom French into Italian, just as he did then, and his whole face brightened when his j lips framed, as of old, the ready mot, . in which he haB never iu his Borest trials been known to fail. The , acuteuess of his questions of the day, j and hw joke3 about the conferonce, and especially ab.ut the sultan, showed that beneath the jocular surface sur-face there lurked a substratum of shrewd observation. |