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TRAVELS IN UPPER.
an account of the reception which the monks hail
given them ; it could not have been more unkind,
or more uncivil. It was not till after making a
great many difficulties that they permitted them
to pass the night within the walls of the convent,
and it had been intimated to them to provide
themselves as well as me with another lodging.
The reception which I met with was not a whit
better. When I entered the court, in the middle
of which our baggage was thrown down, one of
the monks was walking in a gallery; he pre-
tended not to perceive me, and retired into an
apartment. I ascended, and I saw a young man,
a complete monkish doll, whose fair and fresh
complexion demonstrated that apostolic zeal did
not often expose it to the face of day. A little
beard, carefully trimmed, and arranged with uni-
formity,'shaded, without encumbering, his chin ;
every thing about him announced the most atten-
tive solicitudes of the toilet, as well as the ton of
a petit-maitre. My figure, scorched by the sun,
appeared to startle him; the wrinkles of ill-
humour furrowed his fair forehead, and a look of
disdain measured me from top to toe. The pitiful
fellow scarcely deigned to raise himself from a
sofa, on which he was rather reclined than
seated, and allowed me to stand before him; he
told me that my retinue and my baggage had been
very
an account of the reception which the monks hail
given them ; it could not have been more unkind,
or more uncivil. It was not till after making a
great many difficulties that they permitted them
to pass the night within the walls of the convent,
and it had been intimated to them to provide
themselves as well as me with another lodging.
The reception which I met with was not a whit
better. When I entered the court, in the middle
of which our baggage was thrown down, one of
the monks was walking in a gallery; he pre-
tended not to perceive me, and retired into an
apartment. I ascended, and I saw a young man,
a complete monkish doll, whose fair and fresh
complexion demonstrated that apostolic zeal did
not often expose it to the face of day. A little
beard, carefully trimmed, and arranged with uni-
formity,'shaded, without encumbering, his chin ;
every thing about him announced the most atten-
tive solicitudes of the toilet, as well as the ton of
a petit-maitre. My figure, scorched by the sun,
appeared to startle him; the wrinkles of ill-
humour furrowed his fair forehead, and a look of
disdain measured me from top to toe. The pitiful
fellow scarcely deigned to raise himself from a
sofa, on which he was rather reclined than
seated, and allowed me to stand before him; he
told me that my retinue and my baggage had been
very