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[Roaoo <pur...@mo...>]

Hen I was ever surprised to find the inhabitants, particularly the
women, of a quite different disposition to what I sought. How strange
did this appear to me! The country and people who inhabit it, were
never, in my idea, formed for each other. Walking along these beautiful
banks, on my way to Vevay, I gave myself up to the soft melancholy; my
heart rushed with ardor into a thousand innocent felicities; melting to
tenderness, I sighed and wept like a child. How often, stopping to weep
more at my ease, and seated on a large stone, did I amuse myself with
seeing my tears drop into the water. On my arrival at Vevay, I lodged at
the Key, and during the two days I remained there, without any
acquaintance, conceived a love for that city, which has followed me
through all my travels, and was finally the cause that I fixed on this
spot, in the novel I afterwards wrote, for the residence of my hero and
heroines. I would say to any one who has taste and feeling, go to Vevay,
visit the surrounding country, examine the prospects, go on the lake and
then say, whether nature has not designed this country for a Julia, a
Clara, and a St. Preux; but do not seek them there. I now return to my
story. Giving myself out for a Catholic, I followed without mystery or
scruple the religion I had embraced. On a Sunday, if the weather was
fine, I went to hear mass at Assans, a place two leagues distant from
Lausanne, and general