of　cafe　au　lait　and　a　huge　hunch　of　bread；　get　a　miserable　wash；
  compared　with　which　the　spittoons　of　the　Diners　de　Paris　were
  luxurious；　and　return　in　time　to　proceed　to　St。　Rambert；　whence　the
  railroad　branches　off　to　Grenoble。　　It　is　very　beautiful　between
  Lyons　and　St。　Rambert。　　The　mulberry　trees　show　the　silkworm　to　be　a
  denizen　of　the　country；　while　the　fields　are　dazzlingly　brilliant
  with　poppies　and　salvias；　on　the　other　side　of　the　Rhone　rise　high
  cloud…capped　hills；　but　towards　the　Alps　we　strain　our　eyes　in　vain。
  At　St。　Rambert　the　railroad　to　Grenoble　branches　off　at　right　angles
  to　the　main　line；　it　was　then　only　complete　as　far　as　Rives；　now　it
  is　continued　the　whole　way　to　Grenoble；　by　which　the　reader　will
  save　some　two　or　three　hours；　but　miss　a　beautiful　ride　from　Rives
  to　Grenoble　by　the　road。　　The　valley　bears　the　name　of　Gresivaudan。
  It　is　very　rich　and　luxuriant；　the　vineyards　are　more　Italian；　the
  fig　trees　larger　than　we　have　yet　seen　them；　patches　of　snow　whiten
  the　higher　hills；　and　we　feel　that　we　are　at　last　indeed　among　the
  outskirts　of　the　Alps　themselves。　　I　am　told　that　we　should　have
  stayed　at　Voreppe；　seen　the　Grande　Chartreuse　（for　which　see
  Murray）；　and　then　gone　on　to　Grenoble；　but　we　were　pressed　for　time
  and　could　not　do　everything。　　At　Grenoble　we　arrived　about　two
  o'clock；　washed　comfortably　at　last　and　then　dined；　during　dinner　a
  caleche　was　preparing　to　drive　us　on　to　Bourg　d'Oisans；　a　place　some
  six　or　seven　and　thirty　miles　farther　on；　and　by　thirty　minutes　past
  three　we　find　ourselves　reclining　easily　within　it；　and　digesting
  dinner　with　the　assistance　of　a　little　packet；　for　which　we　paid
  one…and…fourpence　at　the　well…known　shop　of　Mr。　Bacon；　Market…
  square；　Cambridge。　　It　is　very　charming。　　The　air　is　sweet；　warm；
  and　sunny；　there　has　been　bad　weather　for　some　days　here；　but　it　is
  clearing　up；　the　clouds　are　lifting　themselves　hour　by　hour；　we　are
  evidently　going　to　have　a　pleasant　spell　of　fine　weather。　　The
  caleche　jolts　a　little；　and　the　horse　is　decidedly　shabby；　both　qua
  horse　and　qua　harness；　but　our　moustaches　are　growing；　and　our
  general　appearance　is　in　keeping。　　The　wine　was　very　pleasant　at
  Grenoble；　and　we　have　a　pound　of　ripe　cherries　between　us；　so；　on
  the　whole；　we　would　not　change　with　his　Royal　Highness　Prince　Albert
  or　all　the　Royal　Family；　and　jolt　on　through　the　long　straight
  poplar　avenue　that　colonnades　the　road　above　the　level　swamp　and
  beneath　the　hills；　and　turning　a　sharp　angle　enter　Vizille；　a
  wretched　place；　only　memorable　because　from　this　point　we　begin
  definitely；　though　slowly；　to　enter　the　hills　and　ascend　by　the　side
  of　the　Romanche　through　the　valley；　which　that　river　either　made　or
  foundwho　knows　or　cares？　　But　we　do　know　very　well　that　we　are
  driving　up　a　very　exquisitely　beautiful　valley；　that　the　Romanche
  takes　longer　leaps　from　rock　to　rock　than　she　did；　that　the　hills
  have　closed　in　upon　us；　that　we　see　more　snow　each　time　the　valley
  opens；　that　the　villages　get　scantier；　and　that　at　last　a　great
  giant　iceberg　walls　up　the　way　in　front；　and　we　feast　our　eyes　on
  the　long…desired　sight　till　after　that　the　setting　sun　has　tinged　it
  purple　（a　sure　sign　of　a　fine　day）；　its　ghastly　pallor　shows　us　that
  the　night　is　upon　us。　　It　is　cold；　and　we　are　not　sorry　at　half…past
  nine　to　find　ourselves　at　Bourg　d'Oisans；　where　there　is　a　very　fair
  inn　kept　by　one　Martin；　we　get　a　comfortable　supper　of　eggs　and　go
  to　bed　fairly　tired。
  This　we　must　remind　the　reader　is　Thursday　night；　on　Tuesday　morning
  we　left　London；　spent　one　day　in　Paris；　and　are　now　sleeping　among
  the　Alps；　sharpish　work；　but　very　satisfactory；　and　a　prelude　to
  better　things　by　and　by。　　The　next　day　we　made　rather　a　mistake；
  instead　of　going　straight　on　to　Briancon　we　went　up　a　valley　towards
  Mont　Pelvoux　（a　mountain　nearly　14；000　feet　high）；　intending　to
  cross　a　high　pass　above　La　Berarde　down　to　Briancon；　but　when　we　got
  to　St。　Christophe　we　were　told　the　pass　would　not　be　open　till
  August；　so　returned　and　slept　a　second　night　at　Bourg　d'Oisans。　　The
  valley；　however；　was　all　that　could　be　desired；　mingled　sun　and
  shadow；　tumbling　river；　rich　wood；　and　mountain　pastures；　precipices
  all　around；　and　snow…clad　summits　continually　unfolding　themselves；
  Murray　is　right　in　calling　the　valley　above　Venosc　a　scene　of　savage
  sterility。　　At　Venosc；　in　the　poorest　of　hostelries　was　a　tuneless
  cracked　old　instrument；　half　piano；　half　harpsichordhow　it　ever
  found　its　way　there　we　were　at　a　loss　to　conceiveand　an　irrelevant
  clock　that　struck　seven　times　by　fits　and　starts　at　its　own
  convenience　during　our　one　o'clock　dinner；　we　returned　to　Bourg
  d'Oisans　at　seven；　and　were　in　bed　by　nine。
  Saturday；　June　13。
  Having　found　that　a　conveyance　to　Briancon　was　beyond　our　finances；
  and　that　they　would　not　take　us　any　distance　at　a　reasonable　charge；
  we　determined　to　walk　the　whole　fifty　miles　in　the　day；　and　half…way
  down　the　mountains；　sauntering　listlessly　accordingly　left　Bourg
  d'Oisans　at　a　few　minutes　before　five　in　the　morning。　　The　clouds
  were　floating　over　the　uplands；　but　they　soon　began　to　rise；　and
  before　seven　o'clock　the　sky　was　cloudless；　along　the　road　were
  passing　hundreds　of　people　（though　it　was　only　five　in　the　morning）
  in　detachments　of　from　two　to　nine；　with　cattle；　sheep；　pigs；　and
  goats；　picturesque　enough　but　miserably　lean　and　gaunt：　　we　leave
  them　to　proceed　to　the　fair；　and　after　a　three　miles'　level　walk
  through　a　straight　poplar　avenue；　commence　ascending　far　above　the
  Romanche；　all　day　long　we　slowly　ascend；　stopping　occasionally　to
  refresh　ourselves　with　vin　ordinaire　and　water；　but　making　steady
  way　in　the　main；　though　heavily　weighted　and　under　a　broiling　sun；
  at　one　we　reach　La　Grave；　which　is　opposite　the　Mont　de　Lans；　a　most
  superb　mountain。　　The　whole　scene　equal　to　anything　in　Switzerland；
  as　far　as　the　mountains　go。　　The　Mont　de　Lans　is　opposite　the
  windows；　seeming　little　more　than　a　stone's　throw　off；　and　causing
  my　companion　（whose　name　I　will；　with　his　permission；　Italianise
  into　that　of　the　famous　composer　Giuseppe　Verdi）　to　think　it　a　mere
  nothing　to　mount　to　the　top　of　those　sugared　pinnacles　which　he　will
  not　believe　are　many　miles　distant　in　reality。　　After　dinner　we
  trudge　on；　the　scenery　constantly　improving；　the　snow　drawing　down
  to　us；　and　the　Romanche　dwindling　hourly；　we　reach　the　top　of　the
  Col　du　Lautaret；　which　Murray　must　describe；　I　can　only　say　that　it
  is　first…class　scenery。　　The　flowers　are　splendid；　acres　and　acres
  of　wild　narcissus；　the　Alpine　cowslip；　gentians；　large　purple　and
  yellow　anemones；　soldanellas；　and　the　whole　kith　and　kin　of　the　high
  Alpine　pasture　flowers；　great　banks　of　snow　lie　on　each　side　of　the
  road；　and　probably　will　continue　to　do　so　till　the　middle　of　July；
  while　all　around　are　glaciers　and　precipices　innumerable。
  We　only　got　as　far　as　Monetier　after　all；　for；　reaching　that　town　at
  half…past　eight；　and　finding　that　Briancon　was　still　eight　miles
  further　on；　we　preferred　resting　there　at　the　miserable　but　cheap
  and　honest　Hotel　de　l'Europe；　had　we　gone　on　a　little　farther　we
  should　have　found　a　much　better　one；　but　we　were　tired　with　our
  forty…two　miles'　walk；　and；　after　a　hasty　supper　and　a　quiet　pipe；
  over　which　we　watch　the　last　twilight　on　the　Alps　above　Briancon；　we
  turn　in　very　tired　but　very　much　charmed。
  Sunday　morning　was　the　clearest　and　freshest　morning　that　ever
  tourists　could　wish　for；　the　grass　crisply　frozen　（for　we　are　some
  three　or　four　thousand　feet　above　the　sea）；　the　glaciers　descending
  to　a　level　but　little　higher　than　the　road；　a　fine　range　of　Alps　in
  front　over　Briancon；　and　the　road　winding　down　past　a　new　river　（for
  we　have　long　lost　the　Romanche）　towards　the　town；　which　is　some　six
  or　seven　miles　distant。
  It　was　a　fetethe　Fete　du　bon　Dieu；　celebrated　annually　on　this　day
  throughout　all　this　part　of　the　country；　in　all　the　villages　there
  were　little　shrines　erected；　adorned　with　strings　of　blue
  corncockle；　narcissus　heads；　and　poppies；　bunches　of　green；　pink；
  and　white　calico；　moss　and　fir…tree　branches；　and　in　the　midst　of
  these　tastefully　arranged　bowers　was　an　image　of　the　Virgin　and　her
  Son；　with　whatever　other　saints　the　place　was　possessed　of。
  At　Briancon；　which　we　reached　（in　a　trap）　at　eight　o'clock；　these
  demonstrations　were　more　imposing；　but　less　pleasing；　the　soldiers；
  too；　were　being　drilled　and　exercised；　and　the　whole　scene　was　one
  of　the　greatest　animation；　such　as　Frenchmen　know　how　to　exhibit　on
  the　morning　of　a　gala　day。
  Leaving　our　trap　at　Briancon　and　making　a　hasty　breakfast　at　the
  Hotel　de　la　Paix；　we　walked　up　a　very　lonely　valley　towards
  Cervieres。　　I　dare　not　say　how　many　hours　we　wended　our　way　up　the
  brawling　torrent　without　meeting　a　soul　or　seeing　a　human
  habitation；　it　was　fearfully　hot　too；　and　we　longed　for　vin
  ordinaire；　Cervieres　seemed　as　though　it　never　would　comestill　the
  same　rugged　precipices；　snow…clad　heights；　brawling　torrent；　and
  stony　road；　butterflies　beautiful　and　innumerable；　flowers　to　match；
  sky　cloudless。　　At　last　we　are　there；　through　the　town；　or　rather
  village；　the　river　rushes　furiously；　the　dismant