When I was at Mondon, the new artisan had earned money enough to purchase a shop and a bed. He worked with great assiduity, and such interest was taken in him, that some of the first houses of the city enquired after him every day.
On Sunday, he wore his uniform, and resumed his social rights. As he was very well read, all took pleasure in his company, and he did not seem discontented with his fate.
THE STARVING.
To this picture of the advantage of industry, I am about to add an altogether different one.
I met at Lausanne, an emigre from Lyons, who to avoid work used to eat but twice a week. He would have died beyond a doubt, if a merchant in the city had not promised to pay for his dinner every Sunday, and Wednesday of the week.
The emigre came always at the appointed time, and always took away a large piece of bread.
He had been living in this manner some three months, when I met him; he had not been sick, but he was so pale that it was sad to see him.
I was amazed that he would suffer such pain rather than work. I asked him once to dine with me, but did not repeat the invitation because I believe in obeying that divine precept, "By the sweat of thy brow shalt thou earn thy bread."
SOJOURN IN AMERICA.
From Switzerland I went to America.