a wolf.  The continuator of the Journal of Trevoux was guilty of a piece of extravagance in attacking my pretended Lycanthropy, which was by no means proof of his own.  A stranger would have thought an author in Paris was afraid of incurring the animadversion of the police, by publishing a work of any kind without cramming into it some insult to me.  I sought in vain the cause of this unanimous animosity, and was almost tempted to believe the world was gone mad.  What! said I to myself, the editor of the ‘Perpetual Peace’, spread discord; the author of the ’Confession of the Savoyard Vicar’, impious; the writer of the ‘New Eloisa’, a wolf; the author of ‘Emilius’, a madman!  Gracious God! what then should I have been had I published the ‘Treatise de l’Esprit’, or any similar work?  And yet, in the storm raised against the author of that book, the public, far from joining the cry of his persecutors, revenged him of them by eulogium.  Let his book and mine, the receptions the two works met with, and the treatment of the two authors in the different countries of Europe, be compared; and for the difference let causes satisfactory to, a man of sense be found, and I will ask no more.

I found the residence of Yverdon so agreeable that I resolved to yield to the solicitations of M. Roguin and his family, who, were desirous of keeping me there.  M. de Moiry de Gingins, bailiff of that city, encouraged me by his goodness to remain within his jurisdiction.  The colonel pressed me so much to accept for my habitation a little pavilion he had in his house between the court and the garden, that I complied with his request, and he immediately furnished it with everything necessary for my little household establishment.

The banneret Roguin, one of the persons who showed me the most assiduous attention, did not leave me for an instant during the whole day.  I was much flattered by his civilities, but they sometimes importuned me.  The day on which I was to take possession of my new habitation was already fixed, and I had written to Theresa to come to me, when suddenly a storm was raised against me in Berne, which was attributed to the devotees, but I have never been able to learn the cause of it.  The senate, excited against me, without my knowing by whom, did not seem disposed to suffer me to remain undisturbed in my retreat.  The moment the bailiff was informed of the new fermentation, he wrote in my favor to several of the members of the government, reproaching them with their blind intolerance, and telling them it was shameful to refuse to a man of merit, under oppression, the asylum which such a numerous banditti found in their states.  Sensible people were of opinion the warmth of his reproaches had rather embittered than softened the minds of the magistrates.  However this may be, neither his influence nor eloquence could ward off the blow.  Having received an intimation of the order he was to signify to me, he gave me a previous communication of it; and that I might wait its arrival, I resolved to set off the next day.  The difficulty was to know where to go, finding myself shut out from Geneva and all France, and foreseeing that in the affair each state would be anxious to imitate its neighbor.