CHARLES WATERTON, ESQ. xlix 



as any valley can well be on this side of ancient 

 paradise. 



And still I must not leave Dendermond 

 behind me, without a few words on the most 

 feeling and pathetic story ever told by the 

 tongue of man. Who can halt in Dendermond, 

 and not bethink him of my uncle Toby in 

 England, when he took his purse out of his 

 bureau, and w r ent to befriend Lieutenant 

 Lefevre, who was sick at the inn ? Or who 

 can fancy this dying soldier, casting his last 

 look upon his weeping boy, without taking out 

 his handkerchief to dry his own eyes ? Or 

 who, in fine, can be unmoved, when he sees the 

 poor orphan youth receiving his late father's 

 sword from the hand of his kind benefactor? 

 How forcibly all this speaks to the soul ! and 

 " how beautifully it shows the heart of one, in 

 whose looks, and voice, and manner superadded, 

 there was something which eternally beckoned 

 to the unfortunate to come and take shelter 

 under him." 



Aix-la-Chapelle stands unrivalled in the 

 efficacy of its medicinal waters. I say un- 

 rivalled ; for although fashion and interest may 

 extol the great advantages to be derived from 



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