## To Calais

### TO CALAIS.

PEASANTS going to market.—Vieilleuse is taking the benefit and indulgence due to her years,—and riding her high horse,—who is “creeping in a stealing pace,” and “flapping away flies.”

Paresseux, with his pockett'd hands, seems as if he had yet to learn,
“'Tis labour that sav'ry makes the peasant's fare,
“That Ease must ask the leave of Diligence,
“To be enjoy'd;—and that her smiling cup,
“By standing, grows insipid.”

The Country appearing, for the most part, highly cultivated, and the towns tolerably well peopled:—Villages consisting, generally, of but a few poverty-stricken cottages, or cabins,—few men,—old or elderly women, (or having that appearance from labour and the effect of great exposure to the sun)—and girls,—with the addenda of a few skinny swine.

Windmills are seen in all directions, and poplar trees, stripped nearly to the top;—the landscape never being relieved either by hedge, or any other enclosure:—now and then, but rarely, an old apparently deserted and delapidated mansion, but never
“Bosom'd high in tufted trees;”

for all which, however, travellers are amply compensated, by the excellence of the roads, (usually paved in the centre),—and for which they are never called upon to contribute any toll.