LETTER XXXV. 



THE EHHICHED fTOODMAM 



Fob some short time past, a circumstance that appeared 

 strange has attracted my attention. I dare say you remember 

 my speaking to you of a house covered with thatch, of the 

 thatch covered with moss, of the ridge of the roof crowned 

 with iris, which was to be seen from a certain point in my 

 garden. Well, for several days I perceived the house was 

 shut up, and I asked my servant, " Does not the woodman 

 live up yonder now 1 " 



" No, Sir, he has been gone nearly two months. He is 

 become rich; he has inherited a property of 600 livres a 

 year ; and he is gone to live in town." 



He is become rich ! 



That is to say, that with his 600 livres a-year, he is gone to 

 live in a little apartment in the city, without air and without 

 sun, where he can neither see the heavens, nor the trees, nor 

 the verdure, where he will breathe unwholesome air, where 



