IX + 

There is not a town in all France, which, in my opinion, looks better in the map, than Montreuil;вБ†вЄЇвБ†I own, it does not look so well in the book of post-roads; but when you come to see itвБ†вАФto be sure it looks most pitifully. + 

There is one thing, however, in it at present very handsome; and that is, the innkeeperвАЩs daughter: She has been eighteen months at Amiens, and six at Paris, in going through her classes; so knits, and sews, and dances, and does the little coquetries very well.вБ†вЄЇвБ† + 

вАФA slut! in running them over within these five minutes that I have stood looking at her, she has let fall at least a dozen loops in a white thread stockingвБ†вЄЇвБ†yes, yesвБ†вАФI see, you cunning gipsy!вБ†вАФвАЩtis long and taperвБ†вАФyou need not pin it to your kneeвБ†вАФand that вАЩtis your ownвБ†вАФand fits you exactly.вБ†вЄЇвБ† + 

вЄЇвБ†That Nature should have told this creature a word about a statueвАЩs thumb! + 

вАФBut as this sample is worth all their thumbsвБ†вЄЇвБ†besides, I have her thumbs and fingers in at the bargain, if they can be any guide to me,вБ†вАФand as Janatone withal (for that is her name) stands so well for a drawingвБ†вЄЇвБ†may I never draw more, or rather may I draw like a draught-horse, by main strength all the days of my life,вБ†вАФif I do not draw her in all her proportions, and with as determined a pencil, as if I had her in the wettest drapery.вБ†вЄЇвБ† + 

вАФBut your worships choose rather that I give you the length, breadth, and perpendicular height of the great parish-church, or drawing of the fa√Іade of the abbey of Saint Austerberte which has been transported from Artois hitherвБ†вАФeverything is just I suppose as the masons and carpenters left them,вБ†вАФand if the belief in Christ continues so long, will be so these fifty years to comeвБ†вАФso your worships and reverences may all measure them at your leisuresвБ†вЄЇвБ†but he who measures thee, Janatone, must do it nowвБ†вАФthou carriest the principles of change within thy frame; and considering the chances of a transitory life, I would not answer for thee a moment; ere twice twelve months are passed and gone, thou mayest grow out like a pumpkin, and lose thy shapesвБ†вЄЇвБ†or thou mayest go off like a flower, and lose thy beautyвБ†вАФnay, thou mayest go off like a hussyвБ†вАФand lose thyself.вБ†вАФI would not answer for my aunt Dinah, was she aliveвБ†вЄЇвАЩfaith, scarce for her pictureвБ†вЄЇвБ†were it but painted by ReynoldsвБ†вАФ + 

But if I go on with my drawing, after naming that son of Apollo, IвАЩll be shotвБ†вЄЇвБ† + 

So you must eвАЩen be content with the original; which, if the evening is fine in passing throвАЩ Montreuil, you will see at your chaise-door, as you change horses: but unless you have as bad a reason for haste as I haveвБ†вАФyou had better stop:вБ†вЄЇвБ†She has a little of the devote: but that, sir, is a terce to a nine in your favourвБ†вЄї + 

вАФLвБ†вАФhelp me! I could not count a single point: so had been piqued and repiqued, and capotted to the devil. + 