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A Memoir of the Reverend Sydney Smith
Letters 1835
Sydney Smith to Lady Holland, 2 October
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Abbeville, Oct. 2nd, 1835.
My dear Lady Holland,

You, who are always good and kind to me, were so obliging as to say I might write to you, and inform you how we got over. Nothing could be worse. * * * * * The weather has been horrible, the country is execrable, the travelling is very slow and tedious. Tomorrow we go from this town to Rouen, and shall be in Paris on Wednesday.

There is a family of English people living here who have been here for five years. They stopped to change horses, liked the place, and have been here ever since:
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father, mother, two handsome daughters, and some young children. I should think it not unlikely that one of the daughters will make a nuptial alliance with the waiter, or give her hand to the son of the landlord, in order to pay the bill.

I saw Sebastiani at Calais setting off with the dry-nurse of the Duc de Nemours in a calèche, which any of your Kensington tradesmen would have disdained to enter. There is a blessed contempt of appearances in France.

We are well, and are going to sit down to a dinner at five francs a head. We are going regularly through the Burgundy wines,—the most pernicious and of course the best: Macon the first day, Chablis the second—both excellent; today Volnay.

S. S.