Toujours, toujours, lui repondit Adele,
  Tu regneras dans le fond de mon coeur;
  Toujours, toujours, comme une tourterelle,
  Je promets bien t’aimer avec ardeur;
  Je pense a toi quand le soleil se leve,
  J’y pense encore a la tin de son cours;
  Dans le sommeil si quelquefois je reve,
  C’est au bonheur de te cherir toujours.

He was a carver on wainscoat wood:  and if I would give myself “la peine d’entrer,” he would shew me all sorts of curiosities.  I secured a favourable reception, by purchasing the little ornament upon which he was at work—­for a napoleon.  I followed the nimble mechanic (ci-devant a soldier in Bonaparte’s campaigns, from whence he dated the loss of his finger) through a variety of intricate passages below and up stairs; and saw, above, several excellently well finished pieces of furniture, for drawers or clothes-presses, in wainscoat wood:—­the outsides of which were carved sometimes with clustered roses, surrounding a pair of fond doves; or with representations of Cupids, sheep, bows and arrows, and the various emblemata of the tender passion.  They would have reminded you of the old pieces of furniture which you found in your grandfather’s mansion, upon taking possession of your estate:  and indeed are of themselves no despicable ornaments in their way.  I was asked from eight to twelve napoleons for one of these pieces of massive and elaborately carved furniture, some six or seven feet in height.

In all other respects, this is a town deserving of greater antiquarian research than appears to have been bestowed upon it; and I cannot help thinking that its ancient ecclesiastical history is more interesting than is generally imagined.  In former days the discipline and influence of its See seem to have been felt and acknowledged throughout nearly the whole of Normandy.  Adieu.  In imagination, the spires of COUTANCES CATHEDRAL begin to peep in the horizon.

[141] [Mr. Cotman has an excellent engraving of it.]

[142] He has since established himself at Paris, near the Luxembourg
    palace, as a bookseller; and it is scarcely three months since
    I received a letter from him, in which he told me that he could no
    longer resist the more powerful impulses of his heart—­and that the
    phials of physic were at length abandoned for the volumes of Verard
    and of Gourmont.  My friend, Mr. Dawson Turner, who knew him at Bayeux,
    has purchased books of him at Paris. [The preceding in 1820.]

[143] Mr. Stothard, Jun.  See page 221 ante.  Mr. S’s own account of the
    tapestry may be seen in the XIXth volume of the Archaeologia.  It is
    brief, perspicuous, and satisfactory.  His fac-simile is one half the
    size of the original; executed with great neatness and fidelity; but
    probably the touches are a little too artist-like or masterly.