WhenyouhavegainedthetopofMountTaurira，yourunpresentlydowntoLyons。Adieuthentoallrapidmovements！Itisajourneyofcaution，anditfaresbetterwithsentimentsnottobeinahurrywiththem，soIcontractedwithavolturintotakehistimewithacoupleofmulesandconveymeinmyownchaisesafetoTurinthroughSavoy。
Poor，patient，quiet，honestpeople，fearnot！Yourpoverty，thetreasuryofyoursimplevirtues，willnotbeenviedyoubytheworld，norwillyourvaluesbeinvadedbyit。Nature，inthemidstofthydisorders，thouartstillfriendlytothescantinessthouhastcreated。withallthygreatworksabouttheelittlehastthoulefttogive，eithertothescytheortothesickle，buttothatlittlethougrantestsafetyandprotection，andsweetarethedwellingswhichstandsosheltered！
WilliamMakepeaceThackerayOnBeingFoundOutAtthecloseletussayofQueenAnne’sreign，whenIwasaboyataprivateandpreparatoryschoolforyounggentlemen，Irememberthewiseacreofamasterorderingusall，onenight，tomarchintoalittlegardenatthebackofthehouse，andthencetoproceedonebyoneintoatoolorhenhouseIwasbutatenderlittlethingjustputintoshortclothes，andcan’texactlysaywhetherthehousewasfortoolsorhens，andinthathousetoputourhandsintoasackwhichstoodonabench，acandleburningbesideit。I
putmyhandintothesack。Myhandcameoutquiteblack。Iwentandjoinedtheotherboysintheschoolroom。andalltheirhandswereblacktoo。
Byreasonofmytenderageandtherearesomecriticswho，Ihope，willbesatisfiedbymyacknowledgingthatIamahundredandfifty-sixnextbirthdayIcouldnotunderstandwhatwasthemeaningofthisnightexcursion——thiscandle，thistoolhouse，thisbagofsoot。Ithinkwelittleboysweretakenoutofoursleeptobebroughttotheordeal。Wecame，then，andshowedourlittlehandstothemaster。washedthemornot——mostprobably，Ishouldsay，not——andsowentbewilderedbacktobed。