employed my mind; each object that presented itself
seemed to insure my approaching felicity. I imagined
that every house was filled with joyous festivity,
the meadows resounded with sports and revelry, the
rivers offered refreshing baths, delicious fish wantoned
in these streams, and how delightful was it to ramble
along the flowery banks! The trees were loaded
with the choicest fruits, while their shade afforded
the most charming and voluptuous retreats to happy
lovers; the mountains abounded with milk and cream;
peace and leisure, simplicity and joy, mingled with
the charm of going I knew not whither, and everything
I saw carried to my heart some new cause for rapture.
The grandeur, variety, and real beauty of the scene,
in some measure rendered the charm reasonable, in
which vanity came in for its share; to go so young
to Italy, view such an extent of country, and pursue
the route of Hannibal over the Alps, appeared a glory
beyond my age; add to all this our frequent and agreeable
halts, with a good appetite and plenty to satisfy
it; for in truth it was not worth while to be sparing;
at Mr. Sabran’s table what I eat could scarce
be missed. In the whole course of my life I
cannot recollect an interval more perfectly exempt
from care, than the seven or eight days I was passing
from Annecy to Turin. As we were obliged to
walk Madam Sabran’s pace, it rather appeared
an agreeable jaunt than a fatiguing journey; there
still remains the most pleasing impressions of it
on my mind, and the idea of a pedestrian excursion,
particularly among the mountains, has from this time
seemed delightful.
It was only in my happiest days that I travelled on
foot, and ever with the most unbounded satisfaction;
afterwards, occupied with business and encumbered
with baggage, I was forced to act the gentleman and
employ a carriage, where care, embarrassment, and
restraint, were sure to be my companions, and instead
of being delighted with the journey, I only wished
to arrive at the place of destination.
I was a long time at Paris, wishing to meet with two
companions of similar dispositions, who would each
agree to appropriate fifty guineas of his property
and a year of his time to making the tour of Italy
on foot, with no other attendance than a young fellow
to carry our necessaries; I have met with many who
seemed enchanted with the project, but considered
it only as a visionary scheme, which served well enough
to talk of, without any design of putting it in execution.
One day, speaking with enthusiasm of this project
to Diderot and Grimm, they gave into the proposal
with such warmth that I thought the matter concluded
on; but it only turned out a journey on paper, in which
Grimm thought nothing so pleasing as making Diderot
commit a number of impieties, and shutting me up in
the Inquisition for them, instead of him.
My regret at arriving so soon at Turin was compensated
by the pleasure of viewing a large city, and the hope
of figuring there in a conspicuous character, for
my brain already began to be intoxicated with the fumes
of ambition; my present situation appeared infinitely
above that of an apprentice, and I was far from foreseeing
how soon I should be much below it.