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I grew sick； went to bed； and ordered horses in the morning to set
out for Italy。
CONTRAST
A shoe coming loose from the forefoot of the thill horse at the
beginning of the ascent of Mount Taurira； the postilion dismounted；
twisted the shoe off； and put it in his pocket； as the ascent was
of five or six miles； and that horse our main dependence I made a
point of having the shoe fastened on again as well as we could； but
the postilion had thrown away the nails； and the hammer in the
chaise box being of no great use without them； I submitted to go
on。
He had not mounted half a mile higher when； coming to a flinty
piece of road； the poor devil lost a second shoe； and from off his
other forefoot。 I then got out of the chaise in good earnest； and
seeing a house about a quarter of a mile to the left hand； with a
great deal to do I prevailed upon the postilion to turn up to it。
The look of the house； and of everything about it； as we drew
nearer； soon reconciled me to the disaster。 It was a little
farmhouse surrounded with about twenty acres of vineyard； about as
much corn； and close to the house on one side was a potagerie of an
acre and a half； full of everything which could make plenty in a
French peasant's house； and on the other side was a little wood
which furnished wherewithal to dress it。 It was about eight in the
evening when I got to the house； so I left the postilion to manage
his point as he could； and for mine I walked directly into the
house。
The family consisted of an old gray…headed man and his wife； with
five or six sons and sons…in…laws； and their several wives； and a
joyous genealogy out of them。
They were all sitting down together to their lentil soup。 A large
wheaten loaf was in the middle of the table； and a flagon of wine
at each end of it promised joy through the stages of the repast
'twas a feast of love。
The old man rose up to meet me； and with a respectful cordiality
would have me sit down at the table。 My heart was sat down the
moment I entered the room； so I sat down at once like a son of the
family； and to invest myself in the character as speedily as I
could； I instantly borrowed the old man's knife； and taking up the
loaf cut myself a hearty luncheon； and； as I did it； I saw a
testimony in every eye； not only of an honest welcome； but of a
welcome mixed with thanks that I had not seemed to doubt it。
Was it this； or tell me； Nature； what else it was that made this
morsel so sweet； and to what magic I owe it that the draught I took
of their flagon was so delicious with it that they remain upon my
palate to this hour？
If the supper was to my taste； the grace which followed it was much
more so。
When supper was over； the old man gave a knock upon the table with
the haft of his knife to bid them prepare for the dance。 The
moment the signal was given； the women and girls ran all together
into a back apartment to tie up their hair； and the young men to
the door to wash their faces and change their sabots； and in three
minutes every soul was ready upon a little esplanade before the
house to begin。 The old man and his wife came out last； and；
placing me betwixt them； sat down upon a sofa of turf by the door。
The old man had some fifty years ago been no mean performer upon
the vielle；* and at the age he was then of； touched well enough for
the purpose。 His wife sung now and then a little to the tune； then
intermitted； and joined her old man again； as their children and
grandchildren danced before them。
* A small violin； such as was used by the wandering jongleurs of
the Middle Ages。EDITOR。
It was not till the middle of the second dance when； from some
pauses in the movement wherein they all seemed to look up； I
fancied I could distinguish an elevation of spirit different from
that which is the cause or the effect of simple jollity。 In a
word； I thought I beheld RELIGION mixing in the dance； but； as I
had never seen her so engaged； I should have looked upon it now as
one of the illusions of an imagination； which is eternally
misleading me； had not the old man； as soon as the dance ended；
said that this was their constant way； and that all his life long
he had made it a rule； after supper was over； to call out his
family to dance and rejoice； believing； he said； that a cheerful
and contented mind was the best sort of thanks to heaven that an
illiterate peasant could pay
〃Or a learned prelate either；〃 said I。
When you have gained the top of Mount Taurira； you run presently
down to Lyons。 Adieu then to all rapid movements！ It is a journey
of caution； and it fares better with sentiments not to be in a
hurry with them； so I contracted with a volturin to take his time
with a couple of mules and convey me in my own chaise safe to Turin
through Savoy。
Poor； patient； quiet； honest people； fear not！ Your poverty； the
treasury of your simple virtues； will not be envied you by the
world； nor will your values be invaded by it。 Nature； in the midst
of thy disorders； thou art still friendly to the scantiness thou
hast created； with all thy great works about thee little hast thou
left to give； either to the scythe or to the sickle； but to that
little thou grantest safety and protection； and sweet are the
dwellings which stand so sheltered！
William Makepeace Thackeray
On Being Found Out
At the close （let us say） of Queen Anne's reign； when I was a boy
at a private and preparatory school for young gentlemen； I remember
the wiseacre of a master ordering us all； one night； to march into
a little garden at the back of the house； and thence to proceed one
by one into a tool or hen house （I was but a tender little thing
just put into short clothes； and can't exactly say whether the
house was for tools or hens）； and in that house to put our hands
into a sack which stood on a bench； a candle burning beside it。 I
put my hand into the sack。 My hand came out quite black。 I went
and joined the other boys in the schoolroom； and all their hands
were black too。
By reason of my tender age （and there are some critics who； I hope；
will be satisfied by my acknowledging that I am a hundred and
fifty…six next birthday） I could not understand what was the
meaning of this night excursionthis candle； this tool house； this
bag of soot。 I think we little boys were taken out of our sleep to
be brought to the ordeal。 We came； then； and showed our little
hands to the master； washed them or notmost probably； I should
say； notand so went bewildered back to bed。
Something had been stolen in the school that day； and Mr。 Wiseacre
having read in a book of an ingenious method of finding out a thief
by making him put his hand into a sack （which； if guilty； the rogue
would shirk from doing）； all we boys were subjected to the trial。
Goodness knows what the lost object was； or who stole it。 We all
had black hands to show the master。 And the thief； whoever he was；
was not Found Out that time。
I wonder if the rascal is alivean elderly scoundrel he must be by
this time； and a hoary old hypocrite； to whom an old schoolfellow
presents his kindest regardsparenthetically remarking what a