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except on foot. The face of nature bears a different aspect, 

 and the cracking of the coachman's whip is sufficient to 

 dissolve the charm, and cause 



' The silence that is in the starry sky, 

 The sleep that is among the lonely hills/ 



to vanish. But on foot everything makes an impression 

 — every winding of a river, and each beautiful tree, 



' And the shrill matin song 

 Of birds from every bough,' 



make the soul feel all the intoxication of delight. These 

 are intellectual pleasures of a high and noble order ; but 

 there are others of a less dignified, though equally essen- 

 tial nature. I mean the delight of finding one's-self in a 

 comfortable inn, after a long walk, the fatigue of which, 

 though by no means painfully perceptible at the time, is 

 generally quite sufficient to render bodily repose most 

 grateful, and the increased relish which is bestowed on 

 everything which reminds one of the immortal Beauvilliers, 

 and the peerless Eobert." 



LATJFFENBURG. 



" Sept. 17. — Of Lauffenburg, where I now am, what 

 shall I say ? That it is by far the most delightful little 

 spot I ever saw. When I entered it I thought, Have I 

 lived so long and never heard of this paradise ? How many 

 places are there in this world most lovely, that those at a 



