We took Fontainebleau in our way, and intend giving a day to Versailles.

The day we entered Paris we passed a well-drest young man and woman, dragging a harrow through a field, like cattle; nevertheless, working in the fields on the sabbath day does not appear to be general in France.

On the same day a wretched-looking person begged of us, as the carriage was climbing a hill.

Nothing could exceed his transport in receiving a pair of old pantaloons which were handed out of the carriage.

This poor mendicant, the postilion told us, was an _ancien Cure_.