CHARLES WATERTON, ESQ. xlv 



and there end my days. Our second Charles 

 was fond of Bruges. He became a member of 

 its ancient society of archers, which still 

 flourishes in its pristine vigour ; and you may 

 see the portrait of this regal profligate in the 

 hall of the establishment, which you enter from 

 the Rue des Carmes. 



In the same street is the renowned convent 

 of English nuns, under the spiritual direction 

 of the Patriot Abbe de Foere, whose charities 

 and talents are an honour to Belgium, and of 

 vast advantage to the inhabitants of this fine 

 old city. Would that some of the boarding 

 schools in our own country could turn to their 

 profit the example of the watchful ladies in 

 this holy establishment. Difference in faith 

 need be no obstacle to scholastic arrangements. 

 Into this convent no love-letters can ever gain 

 admittance ; nor has a scheming adventurer the 

 smallest chance of coming at wealth, by laying 

 plans to inveigle the unsuspecting victim into 

 his snares. The generous nuns are unwearied 

 in their exertions to prepare those entrusted to 

 their charge, both for this life and for the next. 

 There are members of my family, one, alas no 

 more, who have reason to bless the day in 



