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7. Thus, leaving Paris in the bright spring morning, 

 when the Seine glittered gaily at Charenton, and the 

 arbres de Judee were mere pyramids of purple bloom 

 round Villeneuve-St.-Georges, one had an afternoon walk 

 among the rocks of Fontainebleau, and next day we got 

 early into Sens, for new lessons in its cathedral aisles, 

 and the first saunter among the budding vines of the 

 coteaux. I finished my plate of the Tower of Giotto, 

 for the < Seven Lamps,' in the old inn at Sens, which 

 Dickens has described in his wholly matchless way in the 

 last chapter of 'Mrs. Lirripers Lodgings'. The next day 

 brought us to the oolite limestones at Mont Bard, and 

 we always spent the Sunday at the Bell in Dijon. Mon- 

 day, the drive of drives, through the village of Genlis, 

 the fortress of Auxonne, and up the hill to the vine- 

 surrounded town of Dole ; whence, behold at last the 

 limitless ranges of Jura, south and' north, beyond the 

 woody plain, and above them the * Derniers Rochers ' 

 and the white square-set summit, worshipped ever anew. 

 Then at Poligny, the same afternoon, we gathered the 

 first milkwort for that year; and on Tuesday, at St. 

 Laurent, the wild lily of the valley ; and on Wednesday, 

 at Morez, gentians. 



And on Thursday, the eighth or ninth day from Paris, 

 days all spent patiently and well, one saw from the 

 gained height of Jura, the great Alps unfold themselves 

 in their chains and wreaths of incredible crest and cloud. 



8. Unhappily, during all the earliest and usefullest 



