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zcrland, where, following the maxim ofSallust —“ Quo milii recti us videturquoniam vita ipsa qua fruimur brevisest, memoriam nostri quam maximelongam efficere/' he noted, with feel-ings of peculiar delight, the romanticscenery and simple character of thehappy peasant who builds his cabinin the delicious retirement and peace-ful quiet of the Alpine vallies.

Yet, aware “ que les sensations ne sontrien que ce que le cceur les fait etre,” andthat happier dispositions would havederived greater pleasure from mixingin the dissipated circles of the Frenchmetropolis, than amongst the sombreforests and chilling ices of the Alps, hewould most humbly apologize for theimpoverished state of his faculties, andthe numerous errors of his pen, whichhe is fully sensible can never raise him

“ Above the limits of the vulgar fate.”