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LETTER XXIV. 



THE POOR TRAVELLERS — THE CASTLE OF CHILLON. 



YoTj must not imagine, my friend, that I also have never 

 travelled ; there has been a time when I wrote, in a few words, 

 every evening, the result of my impressions of the day. Here 

 are some lines of this Journal. 



" Lille. — I went to the midnight mass ; some old women 

 were praymg and preparing a supper called a reveillon or 

 medianoche; from time to time they drew from under their 

 petticoats a small chafing-dish, upon which were cooking two 

 or three herrings ; they turned the herrings, put the chafing- 

 dish back in its place, and resumed their prayers. 



"In Pioardy I was treated with tarts made of leeks; which 

 would be horrible, if it were possible to eat them. 



" Lausanne. — I have been angling here in the Lake of 

 Geneva; but I have caught no fish; a circumstance that has 

 happened to me in the various rivers, lakes, and streams, in 

 which I have made a similar experiment. Butf here I am in 

 Switzerland, though. 



