Thelace—makersthemselveshavenotentirelyforgivenourcountry—
women；andIthinktheytakeaspecialpleasureinthelegendofthenorthernquarterofthetown，calledL’Anglade，becausetheretheEnglishfree—lanceswerearrestedanddrivenbackbythepotencyofalittleVirginMaryonthewall。
Fromtimetotimeamarketisheld，andthetownhasaseasonofrevival；cattleandpigsarestabledinthestreets；andpickpocketshavebeenknowntocomeallthewayfromLyonsfortheoccasion。
EverySundaythecountryfolkthronginwithdaylighttobuyapples，toattendmass，andtovisitoneofthewine—shops，ofwhichtherearenofewerthanfiftyinthislittletown。Sundaywearforthemenisagreentailcoatofsomecoarsesortofdrugget，andusuallyacompletesuittomatch。Ihaveneverseteyesonsuchdegradingraiment。Hereitclings，therebulges；andthehumanbody，withitsagreeableandlivelylines，isturnedintoamockeryandlaughing—
stock。AnotherpieceofSundaybusinesswiththepeasantsistotaketheirailmentstothechemistforadvice。ItisasmuchamatterforSundayaschurch—going。IhaveseenawomanwhohadbeenunabletospeaksincetheMondaybefore，wheezing，catchingherbreath，endlesslyandpainfullycoughing；andyetshehadwaitedupwardsofahundredhoursbeforecomingtoseekhelp，andhadtheweekbeentwiceaslong，shewouldhavewaitedstill。Therewasacanonicaldayforconsultation；suchwastheancestralhabit，towhicharespectableladymuststudytoconform。