y he did not take his talents to better
market. "Ah," he answered, "there are two Rousseaus in the
world; one rich, or who might have been if he had chosen; a
man capricious, singular, fantastic; this is the Rousseau of
the public; the other is obliged to work for his living, the
Rousseau whom you see."[393]

They often took long rambles together, and all proceeded most
harmoniously, unless St. Pierre offered to pay for such refreshment as
they might take, when a furious explosion was sure to follow. Here is
one more picture, without explosion.

_An Easter Monday Excursion to Mont Valerien._

We made an appointment at a cafe in the Champs Elysees. In
the morning we took some chocolate. The wind was westerly,
and the air fresh. The sun was surrounded by white clouds,
spread in masses over an azure sky. Reaching the Bois de
Boulogne by eight o'clock, Jean Jacques set to work
botanising. As he collected his little harvest, we kept
walking along. We had gone through part of the wood, when in
the midst of the solitude we perceived two young girls, one
of whom was arranging the other's hair.--[Reminded them of
some verses of Virgil.]....

Arrived on the edge of the river, we crossed the ferry with
a number of people whom devotion was taking to Mont
Valerien. We climbed an extremely stiff slope, and were
hardly on the top before hunger overtook us and we began to
think of dining. Rousseau then led the way towards a
hermitage, where he knew we could make sure of hospitality.
The brother who opened to us, conducted us to the chapel,
where they were reciting the litanies of providence, which
are extremely beautiful.... When we had prayed, Jean Jacques
said to me with genuine feeling: "Now I feel what is said in
the gospel, 'Where several of you are gathered together in
my name, there will I be in the midst of them.' There is a
sentiment of peace and comfort here that penetrates the
soul." I replied, "If Fenelon were alive, you would be a
Catholic." "Ah," said he, the tears in his eyes, "if Fenelon
were alive, I would seek to be his lackey."

Presently we were introduced into the refectory; we seated
ourselves during the reading. The subject was the injustice
of the complainings of man: God has brought him from
nothing, he oweth him nothing. Afte