Really deep questions we must all answer for ourselves; the more the pity, then, that we get not quickly through with a crowd of details, where the experience of others might accelerate our progress.
Leaving by _diligence_, we pursued our way from twelve o'clock on Thursday till twelve at night on Friday, thus having a large share of magnificent moonlight upon the unknown fields we were traversing.

At Chalons we took boat and reached Lyons betimes that afternoon.

So soon as refreshed, we sallied out to visit some of the garrets of the weavers.

As we were making inquiries about these, a sweet little girl who heard us offered to be our guide.

She led us by a weary, winding way, whose pavement was much easier for her feet in their wooden _sabots_ than for ours in Paris shoes, to the top of a hill, from which we saw for the first time "the blue and arrowy Rhone." Entering the light buildings on this high hill, I found each chamber tenanted by a family of weavers,--all weavers; wife, husband, sons, daughters,--from nine years old upward,--each was helping.