374 The Francis A. Drexel Family 
Roc Amadour, 
August 29, 1889. 
I am writing from a place that would form your delight. You 
have often heard Caro speak of her pilgrimage to Roc Amadour. 
Well, here at last she has brought me, and verily it is a place 
worth seeing. It is in a rocky region of France, shut in from all 
the rest of the world and perched high on a rocky fastness. A 
seminary for priests and a convent of religious women and a re- 
sort for pilgrims and strangers, form together one vast pile of 
masonry clinging to the rock and built in among it in such fashion 
that it is hard to tell which is natural rock and where is man's 
addition. The chapel of the black miraculous Madonna is half 
cave, half fine Gothic. The passage leading to my room is hewn 
out of the solid rock and the stair way from the parish church to 
the monastery and its hanging gardens is built in a natural 
crevasse. Nothing could be imagined more picturesque. Caro begs 
me to tell you that this pilgrimage she makes for Louise, yester­ 
day, Our Lady of the Sacred Heart at Issodoun was yours, while 
Lourdes she gives to me. She is very well, at last seems well con­ 
tent and is a very amusing companion. She has been with us all 
through our stay in Paris. I went there after all, saw the Exposi­ 
tion, got some clothes and had my teeth doctored—three weeks 
hard work! I got you three souvenirs for Uncles Anthony, John, 
and Childs and I think they are very pretty—all different. For 
the first I selected a Christ in ivory, on ivory cross, placed on a 
background of rosewood, ivory line incrusted, the whole in an 
ebony frame. I got Hardy to carve it to order—nothing of what 
was in stock pleased either Caro or me, though we spent a whole 
day running in and out of piety shops about St. Sulpice like a 
couple of maniacs. For Mr. Childs I found a fine Limoge enamel 
of the Crucifixion; for Uncle John a fine, pathetic, bronze Head 
of Christ, evidently just expiring on the Cross. I think you would 
like all. Lou and Ned have gone to London. I will rejoin them 
at Leamington. We will not be able to sail until the 12th of Sep­ 
tember, and consequently will not be home until the 22nd. Miss 
Cas was enchanted with her visit. Kind remembrance to all. 
Your loving sister, 
Lizzie. 
The Uncle John referred to above is John D. Lankenau 
for whom Kate always cherished a very special love, as