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Et. Status Coloniæ LVGUDvn.

L. AEMILIVS CARTVS IVIR AVGIHM

DENDROPHORVS

VORON FECIT.

(Here is the figure of a bull's head.)

VIRES EXCEPITET AVATICANOTRAS

TVLIT ARA ET BVCRANIVM

SVO INTENDIO CONSACRAVIT

SACERDOTE.

Q. SAMMIO SECVNDO AB. XVVIRIS

OCCABO ET CORONI EXORNATO

CVI SANCTISSIMUS ORDO LVGDVNE

PERPETVIATEM SACERDOTI DE CREVNI

APP. ANNIO. ATILO BRADVAT CLODVI BIOIT

VARO COS

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The quadrangular court belonging to the Museum, is filled with antiquities, in alto, and basso relievo, and with various inscriptions, inserted in the walls. Of the wrecks of former ages, in the vicinity of Lyons, none is more interesting than the remains of the cele brated aqueduct constructed by Mark Antony, to

furnish the inhabitants with water. Their extent is estimated at more than thirteen leagues, owing to their winding, though there are only eight in a straight line. Six of the arcades of the aqueducts are still standing near the gate of St. Irenæus, and add much to the picturesque effect of the view. The country through which the aqueduct passed, being intersected by a number of valleys, which prevented its being carried in a direct line, it was found expedient to erect several bridges; the finest of which now remaining, are those that form the tenth and eleventh series, of which sixty-two are still in preservation.

The ancient castle of Francheville, now in ruins, with some other gothic buildings, form a fine contrast with the Roman remains. The roads are bordered with hedges of hawthorn, privet, wild cherry-trees, and honey-suckle, and the hills around are covered by vineyards; while the rivers are seen winding along, like silver serpents, through the rich fields, at one moment visible, and then hid by a wood or vineyard. The snow-crowned Alps, bounding the horizon, complete this very fine picture.

The silk manufactories here appear in a flourish

ing condition. Several specimens of rich furniture, in brocaded satin and silk, were shown us. But the prices were high, and the materials not so superior to our own, as might be expected from the much greater demand in France than in England. I am persuaded that, with due encouragement, our silk manufactories might, in a short time, compete with those of France; and I trust we may soon be patriotic enough to give to our artisans that encouragement; instead of, as now, employing the looms at Lyons, and expending hundreds abroad that might be productive of so much beneficial influence at home.

I saw several orders for hundreds of yards of silk furniture, from many individuals of my acquaintance; and they were displayed with an air that indicated a belief, that England could not supply similar productions. With the industry and skill of our mechanics, there is nothing which they could not, with proper encouragement, effect. Why then, should they not meet with it, from those whose duty it is to offer it?

VIENNE, 17th.-So here we are at Vienne, one

of the most ancient cities of the Gauls, and a place once remarkable, though now little so, except for the picturesque beauty of its situation, and the interesting fragments of antiquity in its vicinity. M. Artaud recommended our sojourning here for some time, to explore its environs, which he says are charming. But the inn looks so unpromising, that I fear we must abandon the project.

The entrance to Vienne offers one of the most striking scenes imaginable. St. Colombe, divided from it by the bright and limpid Rhône, with many a white sail, that bird-like, seems to skim the blue waters on which it glides, is seen to the right; and on the left, hills covered with vineyards, many of them crowned by ruins of towers and fortresses, with large rocks peeping through foliage, as luxuriant as the glowing skies that overhang their leafy canopies. All here is beautiful, while one keeps out of the miserable streets in the interior of the town; but on entering the vile inn, the only one here, all is changed. Filthy stairs, dingy and dirty rooms; attendants, possessing all the attributes of the ancient Locrians; and beds, in which one is compelled to reflect, feelingly, on the disadvantages of

animated nature; repasts, where the want of cleanliness is obvious; and noises, various and appalling, as if chaos had come again. The grave is said to level all distinctions; and the same observation may well be applied to the "table ronde," the name of our own, for, no matter what may be the rank or station of its guests, they are all hurled into one focus; all receive the same attention, or rather want of attention, the same bad fare, and must submit to the same system of imposition. The landlady seems to act on the charitable system of never turning away the weary traveller from her door, and of always taking the stranger in. We have engaged nearly the whole inn for ourselves and suite, at an exorbitant price; the proprietor reserving, beside those occupied by the family, one bedroom and salon, for the use of travellers. The stable and cuisine, which are only divided by a narrow passage through which the stairs pass, vie in odour and noise. The landlady seemed no less offended, than surprised, on our expressing disapprobation of her inn; and with a toss of the head, "wondered what we could want more than was to be found at the table ronde."

A table d'hôte is kept in the house, at which the