96 Biographical Account of [Ave. : 
From the top are seen endless mountains, which border on the 
Rhone, and which along the slopes facing the south are yellow with 
vines, in spite of the extreme barrenness of the soil. Such moun- 
tains, which are here among the most valuable parts of the king- 
dom, would not in England be worth a penny an acre.—From this 
place (Lyons) we rode the other day into the mountains near 
Arbresle to see a new copper-mine, consisting of a blue carbonate; 
compared with which the specimens from Siberia are quite insigni« 
ficants) Fra chal ee hs 
Mr. Tennant returned to Paris during the month of November, 
and was to have returned to England about the latter end of the 
year. But he continued to linger on till February following. On 
the 15th of that month he reached Calais; and wrote from thence 
on the next day, to account for his long delays; which had been 
occasioned, he said, “‘ by his postponing the disagreeable exertion 
of setting off, added to the severe weather, and the odious view of 
the ocean, of which he had so great a horror, that it darkened the 
agreeable prospect of meeting his friends in England.” 
The wind then blew directly into Calais harbour, and continued 
to be unfavourable for several days. After waiting till Monday, the 
20th; he went to Boulogne, in company with Baron Bulow, a 
German officer, who was also going to England, in order to take 
the chance of a better, passage from that port. They embarked on 
board a vessel on the morning of Feb. 22d; but the wind was still 
adverse, and blew so violently that the vessel was obliged to put 
back. When Mr. Tennant came on shore, he said, “ that it was 
in vain to struggle against the elements, and that he was not yet 
tired of life.” 
It was determined that, in case the wind should abate, another 
trial was to be made in the evening. During the interval, Mr. 
Tennant proposed to the Baron that they should hire horses, and 
take aride. They rode at first along the sea side; but on Mr. 
‘Tennant’s suggestion, they went afterwards to Buonaparte’s Pillar, 
which stands on an eminence about a league from Boulogne, and 
which, having been to see it the day before, he was desirous of 
shewing to Baron Bulow. 
On their return from thence, they deviated a little from the road, 
in order to look at a small fort near the pillar, the entrance to which 
was over a Fosse 20 feet deep. On the side towards them there was 
a standing bridge for some way, till it joined a draw-bridge which 
turned upon a pivot. The end next to the fort rested on the 
ground, On the side towards them it was usually fastened by a 
bolt; but the bolt had been stolen about a fortnight before, and 
was not replaced. 
As the bridge was too narrow for them to go abreast, the Baron 
said he would go first, and attempted to ride over it. , But per- 
ceiving that it was beginning to sink, he made an effort to pass the 
centre, and called out to warn his companion of the danger; but it 
