------“So hating, I say, to make mysteries of _nothing_” ----I intrusted
it with the post-boy, as soon as ever I got off the stones; he gave a
crack with his whip to balance the compliment; and with the thill-horse
trotting, and a sort of an up and a down of the other, we danced it
along to _Ailly au clochers_, famed in days of yore for the finest
chimes in the world; but we danced through it without music--the chimes
being greatly out of order--(as in truth they were through all
_France_).
And so making all possible speed, from
_Ailly au clochers_, I got to _Hixcourt_,
from _Hixcourt_, I got to _Pequignay_, and
from _Pequignay_, I got to AMIENS,
concerning which town I have nothing to inform you, but what I have
informed you once before----and that was--that _Janatone_ went there to
school.