We had yesterday a charming ride. We carried to Nicole the young peasant I mentioned to you, all the furniture, clothes, &c. we intended them; Adelaide was loaded with a bundle of childrens’ clothing; which, notwithstanding the extreme heat of the weather, she kept holding on her lap, the whole time we were in the carriage. She arrived at the cottage in a violent perspiration, her little heart beating, so that you could see its motion. Her cheeks flushed, and the purest and most lively joy sparkling in her eyes! Delightful, happy age, when every gesture, every action, presents an innocent and faithful picture of the sentiments of the heart! By degrees, as we lose this amiable simplicity, the silent, but interesting language of the eyes, becomes less intelligible; but they cannot quite deceive till the heart is wholly corrupted; for it is much more criminal to deceive by looks, than even by words. For he who cannot tell a falsehood without blushing, is not yet a complete liar, and whilst we preserve any traces of this sincerity, we are not arrived at the highest pitch of this odious vice. But to return to Adelaide. On getting out of the coach, she ran from us, dragging after her, in the dirt, the heavy parcel she had not strength to carry; and when we entered the cottage, we found her already employed in undressing one of the little girls, to put on a new gown, repeating every moment, ‘It was I that made this hem;’ ‘I sewed on this ribbon,’ ‘and fastened on this clasp,’ &c. &c. If this little picture affects you, how much more pleasure would you have felt, on seeing the satisfaction of the young peasant and her family. I have never till now found in this class of people any thing more than that kind of gratitude, which does honour to human nature. Hearts uncorrupted as theirs are, are affected with the benefit we confer on them, but are not surprised at it; while the extreme astonishment we shew at a good action, is a silent confession that we are incapable of doing it! Adieu, my dear friend! I quit you to go and read with Adelaide, who at this moment is leaning on my chair, and begging me to give her a lesson.