Four Years in France: or, Narrative of an English Family's Residence there during that Period; Preceded by some Account of the Conversion of the Author to the Catholic FaithBeste, Henry Digby
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Four Years in France: or, Narrative of an English Family's Residence there during that Period; Preceded by some Account of the Conversion of the Author to the Catholic Faith
Beste, Henry Digby
France -- Description and travel
At Auxerre we found an inn very pleasantly situated on the banks of the
Yonne with the vine-covered hills of Burgundy in full view. It was
fortunate that the inn was agreeable, and the people of the house very
good-humoured, the chances being very much against both the one and the
other; for here we were detained one day by the illness of Mrs. ----. A
physician attended, who, on his second visit, recommended the use of
the hot bath, which removed the cause of the complaint, and all was well
again.
Hot baths are to be found in every great town in France, at a very
moderate price,--a circumstance which proves that they are much in use,
as it is the number of customers only that renders the article cheap.
The French are in general cleanly in their persons, whatever their
streets may be: they are also cleanly in their houses, though they have
not the fastidious and troublesome neatness of the English, nor the
perpetual scrubbings and polishings of the Dutch. Household linen, both
for bed and table, is plentiful amongst them. I began at Auxerre the use
of the hot bath, which I have continued every summer that I have not
passed on the sea coast. In winter it is too cold,--not to go into hot
water, but to come out of it.
As we travelled neither with great speed, nor far in one day, nor in the
heat of the day, the physician, on calling to take leave, said we might
continue our journey without any risk of inconvenience to his patient.
We ascended therefore that range of hills among which are found the
sources of those rivers which flow into the ocean by the Seine and the
Meuse, and of those which, however slowly they glide at first, are
precipitated into the Mediterranean by the Rhone. This tract of country
continued for two days, and is a very interesting one. Let those who
fancy all riches to be derived from commerce only, compare this broad
ridge with the plain on each side of it, and they will perceive that a
fertile soil ought to enter for something into the computation of the
wealth of nations. This mountainous region, in the part where we crossed
it, and, by parity of reasoning, in every part of it, is cultivated with
the greatest care and industry: it produces wine that ranks in the
highest estimation both at home and in foreign countries: yet the
inhabitants seem poor, the towns are large villages, the villages are
collections of ruinous huts. Yet had this poverty not found its way into
the inns, it would have been a most pleasing country to travel through.
The summits of the hills were covered with wood, wherever there was a
sufficient depth of earth to admit a tree to be planted; the sides were
overspread with vines ranged in order, well pruned, and glowing with
fruit now nearly ripe. At the lowest declivities of the hills were corn
fields; in the valleys, through almost every one of which ran a stream
of the purest water, were pastures; and here was seen, what is so much
wanted in southern landscape,--verdure and cattle.
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