“You are the first stranger I have met,” said the Cure, “who seems to pierce beneath the thin veil of our Gallic gayety; the first to whom the scene we now survey is fraught with other feelings than a belief in the happiness of our peasantry, and an envy at its imagined exuberance. But as it is not the happiest individuals, so I fear it is not the happiest nations, that are the gayest.” I looked at the Cure with some surprise. “Your remark is deeper than the ordinary wisdom of your tribe, my Father,” said I. “I have travelled over three parts of the globe,” answered the Cure: “I was not always intended for what I am;” and the priest’s mild eyes flashed with a sudden light that as suddenly died away. “Yes, I have travelled over the greater part of the known world,” he repeated, in a more quiet tone; “and I have noted that where a man has many comforts to guard, and many rights to defend, he necessarily shares the thought and the seriousness of those who feel the value of a treasure which they possess, and whose most earnest meditations are intent upon providing against its loss. I have noted, too, that the joy produced by a momentary suspense of labour is naturally great in proportion to the toil; hence it is that no European mirth is so wild as that of the Indian slave, when a brief holiday releases him from his task. Alas! that very mirth is the strongest evidence of the weight of the previous chains; even as, in ourselves, we find the happiest moment we enjoy is that immediately succeeding the cessation of deep sorrow to the mind or violent torture to the body.” * * This reflection, if true, may console us for the loss of those village dances and pleasant holidays for which “merry England” was once celebrated. The loss of them has been ascribed to the gloomy influence of the Puritans; but it has never occurred to the good poets, who have so mourned over that loss, that it is also to be ascribed to the _liberty_ which those Puritans _generalized_, if they did not introduce.--ED. I was struck by this observation of the priest. “I see now,” said I, “that as an Englishman I have no reason to repine at the proverbial gravity of my countrymen, or to envy the lighter spirit of the sons of Italy and France.” “No,” said the Cure; “the happiest nations are those in whose people you witness the least sensible reverses from gayety to dejection; and that _thought_, which is the noblest characteristic of the isolated man, is also that of a people. Freemen are serious; they have objects at their heart worthy to engross attention. It is reserved for slaves to indulge in groans at one moment and laughter at another.” “At that rate,” said I, “the best sign for France will be when the gayety of her sons is no longer a just proverb, and the laughing lip is succeeded by the thoughtful brow.”