s divided into fields of wheat, which is now in the ear, divisions of
green clover grass, meadows enclosed with rows of willows, and orchards
scattered around the little villages. These orchards, which are now all
in blossom, increase in number as you approach the town of Narbonne. We
have enjoyed to-day another noble view of the distant summits of the
Pyrenees, towering into the clouds.----Distance, 34 miles--to Narbonne.

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_Thursday, 23d._--We left Narbonne at half past five, and have travelled
to-day, through a country more ugly and insipid than any in the south;
barren hills, low swampy meadows, and dirty villages. There is a total
want of peasants houses on the lands; but still a very general
cultivation. Ploughs, harrows, and other instruments, a century behind.
Fewer vines now, and more wheat. At Moux, one of the police officers
read out a number of proclamations, sent by the prefect of the
department, exciting the people to exertions in repelling the usurper.
The cries of "Vive le Roi" were so faint, that the officer harangued the
multitude on their want of proper feeling. He did not, however, gain any
thing. One of the mob cried out, that they were not to be forced to cry
out "Vive le Roi." Wherever we have gone, I have heard from all ranks
that the English have supported Bonaparte, and that they are the
instigators of the civil war. In vain I have argued, that if it were our
policy to have war with France, why should we have restored the
Bourbons? Why made peace? Why wasted men and money in Spain? It is all
in vain--they are inveterately obstinate.----Distance 39 miles.

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_Friday, 24th._--We left Carcassone at seven, as we have but a short
journey to-day. Arrived at Castelnaudry at half past five, and found the
inn crowded with gentlemen volunteers for the cavalry. The volunteers
are fine smart young men, and all well mounted. Their horses very
superior to the cavalry horses in general. We passed a cavalry regiment
of the line this morning, the 15th dragoons. Horses miserable little
long-tailed Highland-like ponies, but seemingly very active. The whole
country through which we have travelled since the commencement of our
journey in France, is sadly deficient in cattle. We meet with none of
these groupes of fine horses and cows, which delight us in looking over
the country in England, in almost every field you pass. This want is
more particularly remarkable in the south. The country to-day is the