CHARLES WATERTON, ESQ. XXxi 



hearted French gentleman, did every thing in his 

 power to comfort me. We had a roaring fire at 

 which I gave him a full account of my recent 

 disaster. He remained with me in the coffee room 

 until midnight, when he took a ticket for me by 

 the train for Flanders ; got my passport viewed ; 

 and thus saved me much trouble at the time when 

 I was the least prepared to undertake it. 



Excellent are the accommodations at the hotel 

 de Paris, which is close by the railway. I would 

 never wish for better : So, what with Mrs. Dyver 

 on the English side of the Channel, and Monsieur 

 Ledez on the French side of it, the weary traveller, 

 whoever he may be, is sure to meet with hospitality, 

 cleanliness, and attention, as he journeys to and 

 fro. 



Arrived at Bruges, I felt assured that I was 

 called upon to pay the piper for my late wintry 

 dance in Dover's unprotected basin. 



Symptoms of fever, heats, and shiverings alter- 

 nately, accompanied by cough, and oppression at 

 the chest, warned me forcibly that it was time to 

 keep a sharp look out. 



This was on the eve of the great festival of the 

 Holy Blood. I had come all the way from Yorkshire 

 to be present at it, and I could not well brook a 

 disappointment. Finding things going worse and 



