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he died ; they have wooden soles and straw tops. 
One of his admirers has written something on the 
box ; and another has written on the shoes, that 
he was proud to inscribe his name “ sur la simple 
chaussure dun homme qui ne marchott jamais que 
dans le sentier de la vertu.” 
The next morning being very fine we rose at six, 
and had a most enchanting ramble through the 
gardens of Monsieur le Marquis de Girardin, which 
form a striking contrast with those of Chantilly, 
being laid out in the most romantic style, what the 
French call a lAngloise. They consist of about 
eight hundred acres, a great part of which are wild 
woods, and rocky hills and dales as wild as the 
highlands of Scotland. We first passed a beautiful 
cascade, and went along a winding path through a 
wood by the side of the lake, from time to time 
meeting with inscriptions disposed with great judge- 
ment. We took a boat to go to the Island of Pop- 
lars, honoured with the ashes of Rousseau. His 
tomb is elegantly simple, of white stone; on one 
side is a piece of sculpture representing a mother 
of a family reading Emilius, with other emblems ; 
on the other is inscribed, “ Z’homme de la Nature 
et de la Veérité.”. He desired to be buried in the 
garden, and the Marquis chose this spot. I shall 
not attempt to describe to you what I felt on seeing 
and touching this tomb. I brought away some 
moss from its top for you. 
In another island near it is a lesser monument, 
over a German who taught the Marquis’s children 
drawing ; and being a Protestant could not be buried 
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