Yes, my dear Friend; we arrived at Lagaraye the night before last; Mons. d' Almane, Dainville, and my son having made most part of the journey on horseback; poor Theodore was extremely fatigued. You will be much surprised that we have not yet seen Mons. de Lagaraye; but every thing we hear augments our desire to be acquainted with this truly incomparable man. As you insisted on a very exact recital, without the omission of a single circumstance, I must begin my narration from Saturday, the day of our arrival. We alighted at a pretty good inn, and in half an hour a venerable old man, of the most interesting appearance, came into our room, and intreated us to dine with him the next day. We accepted the invitation; and the old man resumed his discourse by saying, you are come to see two angels sent from Heaven to bless this country … They not only attend the sick, but feed the aged and infirm, employ the young, and make all happy. With your permission I will be your guide to morrow; and I am certain that all you see, will make you revere a thousand times more a character which fame can but imperfectly paint; it is only by having access to him, hearing him, witnessing his actions, that you can give him due praise. During this discourse, which raised our curiosity to the height, I considered attentively and with astonishment the person who delivered it, and could not dissemble my surprise at finding his manners and expressions so far superior to his appearance, which was only that of a peasant. He replied, with a smile, my history is really singular, and if it excites your curiosity, I will relate it to-morrow, with double pleasure, as it will be at the same time a tribute of gratitude to Mons. and Madame de Lagaraye. I live and am happy, and entirely through their munificence. He finished these words with eyes swimming in tears; we surveyed each other, and a sentiment of tenderness inexpressible made ours also overflow.