He followed with envious looks these possessors of the privileges of power or of fame, and I read on his lips, which curled with a bitter smile, all that passed in his mind.
"Look at them, the lucky fellows!" thought he; "all the pleasures of wealth, all the enjoyments of pride, are theirs.

Their names are renowned, all their wishes fulfilled; they are the sovereigns of the world, either by their intellect or their power; and while I, poor and unknown, toil painfully along the road below, they wing their way over the mountain-tops gilded by the broad sunshine of prosperity." I have come home in deep thought.

Is it true that there are these inequalities, I do not say in the fortunes, but in the happiness of men?
Do genius and authority really wear life as a crown, while the greater part of mankind receive it as a yoke?
Is the difference of rank but a different use of men's dispositions and talents, or a real inequality in their destinies?
A solemn question, as it regards the verification of God's impartiality.
July 8th, noon .-- I went this morning to call upon a friend from the same province as myself, who is the first usher-in-waiting to one of our ministers.

I took him some letters from his family, left for him by a traveller just come from Brittany.

He wished me to stay.
"To-day," said he, "the Minister gives no audience: he takes a day of rest with his family.