Summer in the midst of winter, seems by no means uncommon, and winter in summer as little so.

The _autun_, or south wind, generally brings the burning days which so much surprised me; but, according to this author, _it is extremely unwholesome_ and dangerous to persons inclined to apoplexy; as, indeed, its effects during our stay at Pau led me to imagine.
I cannot feel much confidence, I confess, in a climate where you are told that so many precautions must be taken: for instance, you are never to walk in the sun; you must avoid going out in the evening, at all seasons; you must be careful not to meet the south wind; in fact, you can scarcely move without danger.

I ask myself, what can possibly induce so many of my countrymen to travel so far for such a climate,--to put themselves to so great an expense for such a result?
for, if England is not perfect as to climate, it has at any rate few unhealthy spots from which you cannot readily escape to a better position: we are never in terror of a _sirocco_,--nor need wrap up our mouths in handkerchiefs to avoid breathing _malaria_.

Our climate is variable, but less so than in the Pyrenees; and it is scarcely worth while to go so far to find one worse, and more dangerous to life.

Hurricanes are rarer with us than there.