I had visits from Geneva also.  The Delucs, father and son, successively chose me for their attendant in sickness.  The father was taken ill on the road, the son was already sick when he left Geneva; they both came to my house.  Ministers, relations, hypocrites, and persons of every description came from Geneva and Switzerland, not like those from France, to laugh at and admire me, but to rebuke and catechise me.  The only person amongst them, who gave me pleasure, was Moultou, who passed with me three or four days, and whom I wished to remain much longer; the most persevering of all, the most obstinate, and who conquered me by importunity, was a M. d’Ivernois, a merchant at Geneva, a French refugee, and related to the attorney-general of Neuchatel.  This man came from Geneva to Motiers twice a year, on purpose to see me, remained with me several days together from morning to night, accompanied me in my walks, brought me a thousand little presents, insinuated himself in spite of me into my confidence, and intermeddled in all my affairs, notwithstanding there was not between him and myself the least similarity of ideas, inclination, sentiment, or knowledge.  I do not believe he ever read a book of any kind throughout, or that he knows upon what subject mine are written.  When I began to herbalize, he followed me in my botanical rambles, without taste for that amusement, or having anything to say to me or I to him.  He had the patience to pass with me three days in a public house at Goumoins, whence, by wearying him and making him feel how much he wearied me, I was in hopes of driving him away.  I could not, however, shake his incredible perseverance, nor by any means discover the motive of it.

Amongst these connections, made and continued by force, I must not omit the only one that was agreeable to me, and in which my heart was really interested:  this was that I had with a young Hungarian who came to live at Neuchatel, and from that place to Motiers, a few months after I had taken up my residence there.  He was called by the people of the country the Baron de Sauttern, by which name he had been recommended from Zurich.  He was tall, well made, had an agreeable countenance, and mild and social qualities.  He told everybody, and gave me also to understand that he came to Neuchatel for no other purpose, than that of forming his youth to virtue, by his intercourse with me.  His physiognomy, manner, and behavior, seemed well suited to his conversation, and I should have thought I failed in one of the greatest duties had I turned my back upon a young man in whom I perceived nothing but what was amiable, and who sought my acquaintance from so respectable a motive.  My heart knows not how to connect itself by halves.  He soon acquired my friendship, and all my confidence, and we were presently inseparable.  He accompanied me in all my walks, and become fond of them.  I took him to the marechal, who received him with the utmost kindness.  As he was yet unable to