Of Bouquinistes, or dealers in old books, there are scarcely any.  I spent three or four fruitless hours in a search after old chronicles and old poetry:  and was compelled, almost from pure civility, to purchase of DUFOURS a Petit’s Virgil of 1529, folio—­which will be hardly worth the carriage.  I tried hard for a fine copy of Fauchet’s Origines de la Poesie Francoise, 1581, 4to. with the head of the author, but in vain; yet endeavoured to console myself by an old blue morocco copy of Les regrets et tristes lamentations du Comte de Montgomery, by Demorenne, Rouen, 1574, 8vo. as well as a clean, fresh, and almost crackling copy of Amoureuses occupations de la Taysonniere, Lyon, 1555, 8vo.—­for two francs each—­and both destined for the rich and choice library of our friend....

Thus much for FALAISE:  for a spot, which, from the uniform serenity of the weather since I have been here—­from the comfort of the inn—­from the extreme civility and attention of the townspeople—­and from the yet more interesting society of the Comte de la Fresnaye, the Cures Mouton and Langevin—­together with the amenity of the surrounding country, and the interesting and in part magnificent remains of antiquity—­can never be erased from my recollection.  It is here that the tourist and antiquary may find objects for admiration and materials for recording.  I have done both:  admired and recorded—­happy, if the result of such occupations shall have contributed to the substantial gratification of yourself and of our common friends.  And now, farewell; not only to Falaise, but to NORMANDY.  I shall leave it, from this delightful spot, in the most thorough good humour, and with more than ordinary regret that my stay has necessarily been short.  I have taken my place in the Diligence, direct for PARIS.  “Il n’y a qu’un Paris”—­said the Comte de la Fresnaye to me the other day, when I told him I had never been there—­to which I replied, “Are there then TWO Londons?” Thirty-six hours will settle all this.  In the mean time, adieu.

[169] On the return of Louis the XVIII. the town of Falaise manifested its
    loyalty in the most unequivocal manner.

      COUPLETS

Chantes par les Eleves du College de Falaise, en arborant le
Drapeau Blanc.

Air:  Un Soldat par un coup funeste.

Loin de nous la sombre tristesse,
Mars a depose sa fureur;
Enfin la foudre vengeresse
Vient de terrasser l’opresseur,
L’aigle sanguinaire
Succombe a l’aspect de ces LYS. 
Peuple francais, tu vas revoir ton Pere! 
Vive le Roi!  Vive LOUIS!

Drapeau, que d’horribles tempetes
Avoient eloigne de ces lieux,
Tu reviens embellir nos Fetes,
Plus brillant et plus radieux! 
Ta douce presence
Ramene les jeux et les ris;
Sois a jamais l’Etendard de la France,
Vive le Roi! vive LOUIS!

O Dieu! vengeur de l’innocence,
Protege ces LYS glorieux! 
Conserve long-temps a la France
LE ROI que tu rends a nos voeux! 
Si la perfidie
De nouveau troubloit ton bonheur
Viens nous guider, o Banniere cherie! 
Nous volerons au champ d’honneur.