To be placed between man and wife is not always right - but my place in the diligence was of 3 - Doctor and his wife on each side. The lady complained on getting in at the bulk of my pellice and cushion. Being a genteel little person, squeezed my self into the least possible space for her accommodation, and from fear of incommoding her, scarcely suffered myself to fall into a dose all night. For fear of falling on my fair neighbor - the doctor - a learned man had been at the congress of Savans at Florence, was very intelligent and communicative.

A cloudy night was succeeded by a fine morning. The snow clad mountains glittering in the sunshine. By 8 o'clock we were at the little town of Amici, after which a very picturesque country all the way to Geneva, passing the suspension bridge La Caille across a terrific deep valley. The charm of the Mount Jura in sight and lastly the Lake of Geneva, with the city of that name at the foot and its shores studded with villas & villages as far as the eye could reach. The hotels of Geneva are renowned, none that I have seen exceeds them. Elegant buildings neat and comfortable apartments.

I am now seated in my room at the Gouronne. The window of which looks out on the Lake. Before dining at the table d' hote, took a walk crossing the Rhone and along the bastions that surround the town -