I found in this town an English gentleman, from whom we received many civilities, and who made us acquainted with a French gentleman and lady, whose partiality to the English nation is so great, that their neighbours call their house “THE ENGLISH HOTEL.”  The partiality of such a family is a very flattering, as well as a very pleasing circumstance, to those who are so happy to be known to them, because they are not only the first people in the town, but the best; and in point of talents, inferior to none, perhaps, in the kingdom.  I must not, after saying so much, omit to tell you, it is Monsieur & Madame de Jardin, of whom I speak; they live in the GRANDE PLACE, vis-a-vis the statue of the King; and if ever you come to Rheims, be assured you will find it a GOOD PLACE. Madame de Jardin is not only one of the highest-bred women in France, but one of the first in point of letters, and that is saying a great deal, for France abounds more with women of that turn than England.  Mrs. Macaulay, Mrs. Carter, Miss Aikin, and Mrs. Montague, are the only four ladies I can recollect in England who are celebrated for their literary genius; in France, I could find you a score or two.  To give you some idea of the regard and affection Mons. de Jardin has for his wife,—­for French husbands, now and then, love their wives as well as we Englishmen do,—­I send you a line I found in his study, wrote under his lady’s miniature picture: 

    “Chaque instant a mes yeux la rend
    Plus estimable.”

This town stands in a vast plain, is of great extent, and enclosed within high walls, and a deep ditch.  The public walks are of great extent, nobly planted, and the finest in the whole kingdom.  It is, indeed, a large and opulent city, and abounds not only with the best wine, but every thing that is good; and every thing is plenty, and consequently cheap.  The fruit market, in particular, is superior to every thing of the kind I ever beheld; but I will not tantalize you by saying any more upon that subject.  Adieu!

P.S. The Antiquarian will find amusement in this town.  There are some Roman remains worthy of notice; but such as require the information of the inhabitant to be seen.

LETTER VI.

DIJON.

You will laugh, perhaps, when I tell you, I could hardly refrain from tears when I took leave of the De Jardin family at Rheims,—­but so it was.  Good-breeding, and attention, have so much the appearance of friendship, that they may, and often do, deceive the most discerning men;—­no wonder, then, if I was unhappy in leaving a town, where I am sure I met with the first, and had some reason to believe I should have found the latter, had we staid to cultivate it. Bourgogne is, however, a much finer province than Champaigne; and this town is delightfully situated; that it is a cheap province, you will not doubt, even to English travellers, when