produces a more picturesque effect than the rising smoke of a solitary chimney concealed between a cluster of trees. Hunger, fatigue, and curiosity, lead us to form an idea conformable to the disposition of our imagination, or to the wants of the moment of the scene which is before us: we anticipate the enjoyment of every thing we expect to find, mould the faces into the form in which we wish to meet them, and reduce the circumstances to the shape that would be the most convenient to us. Nothing is truer than that not the enjoyment makes us happy, but its approach.
CHAPTER VII.
It was Sunday when we arrived at the hamlet. All the inhabitants were assembled beneath a large wallnut-tree, and their joy was rather clamorous. One must have seen French peasants, to form an adequate idea of the scene which pre-sented
