tres-peu de religion; La
jeunesse est trop petulante, Les enfans jurent le saint Nom. Et comment
s'etonneroit-on Si tant de fleaux nous tourmentent? Et si l'on voit tant
de malheurs, C'est Dieu qui punit les pecheurs.

Souvent on assiste a l'Office, C'est comme une maniere d'acquit, Sans
penser au saint Sacrifice; Ou s'est immole Jesus Christ. On parle avec
ses amis, De ses affaires temporelles, Sans faire aucune attention Aux
mysteres de la religion.

Reflechissez bien, peres et meres, Sur ces morales et verites: C'est la
loi de Dieu notre Pere; C'est lui qui nous les a dictees: Il faut les
suivre et les pratiquer, Tant que nous serons sur la terre. N'oublions
point qu'apres la mort, Nos ames existeront encore.

The day was beginning to wear away fast, and I had not yet accomplished the
favourite and indispensable object of visiting the PUBLIC LIBRARY. I made
two unsuccessful attempts; but the third was fortunate. I had no letter of
introduction, and every body was busied in receiving the visits of their
country friends. I was much indebted to the polite attention of a stranger:
who accompanied me to the house of the public librarian, his friend, who,
not being at home, undertook the office of shewing me the books. The room
in which they are contained--wholly detached--and indeed at a considerable
distance from the cathedral--is about sixty English feet long, low, and
rather narrow. It is absolutely crammed with books, in the most shameful
state of confusion. I saw, for the first time in Normandy, and with
absolute gladness of heart, a copy of the _Complutensian Polyglot Bible_;
of which the four latter volumes, in vellum binding, were tall and good:
the earlier ones, in calf, not so desirable. For the first time too, since
treading Norman soil, I saw a tolerably good sprinkle of _Italian_ books.
But the collection stands in dreadful need of weeding. Indeed, this
observation may apply to the greater number of public collections
throughout Normandy. I thanked my attendant for his patient and truly
friendly attention, and took my leave.

In my way homewards, I stopped at M. Joubert's, the principal bookseller,
and "beat about the bush" for bibliographical game. But my pursuit was not
crowned with success. M.J. told me, in reply to black-letter enquiries,
that a Monsieur A----, a stout burly man, whom he called "un gros
papa"--was in the habit of paying yearly visits from Jersey, for the
acquisiti