You have been in France? faid my gentleman, turning quick upon me with the most civil triumph in the world. Strange! quoth I, debating the matter with myself, that one and twenty miles failing, for 'tis abfolutely no further from Dover to Calais, fhould give a man these rights I'll look into them: fo giving up

the argument

I went straight to my lodgings,

put up half a dozen fhirts and a black pair of

"

Looking at the fleeve, will do took a place at

in the Dover stage; and the packet failing at nine the next morning by three I had got fat down to my dinner upon a fricaffee'd chicken fo incontestably in France, that had I died that night of an indigeftion, the whole world could

not have fufpended the effects of the Droits d'

my shirts, and black pair

of filk

breeches portmanteau and all must have gone to the king of France even the little picture

-

which I have fo long worn, and fo often have
told thee, Eliza, I would decarry with me into
my grave, would have been torn from my neck.
Ungenerous!- -to feize upon the wreck of
an unwary paffenger, whom your subjects had
beckon'd to their coast - by heaven! SIRE,
is not well done; and much does it grieve me,
'tis the monarch of a people fo civilized and
courteous, and fo renown'd for fentiment and
fine feelings, that I have to reason with

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it

But I have fcarce fet foot in your domi

All the effects of ftrangers (Swifs and Scotch
exceptedy dying in France, are feized by vir-
tue of this law, tho' the heir be upon the
spot the profit of these contingencies being
farm'd, there is no redress,

CALAIS.

6

When I had finish'd my dinner, and drank the King of France's health, to fatisfy my' mind that I bore him no spleen, but, on the contrary, high honour for the humanity of his tem per I rofe up an inch taller for the accom modation.

the Bourbon is by no

nay me mifled like

a mildness in their

means à cruel race: they other people; but there is blood. As I acknowledged this, I felt a fuffufion of a finer kind upon my cheek — more warm and friendly to man, than what Burgundy (at least of two livres a bottle, which was fuch as I had been drinking) could have produced.

Juft God! faid F, kicking my portman

teau afide, what is there in this world's goods which should fharpen our fpirits, and make so many kindhearted brethren of us, fall out fo cruelly as we do by the way ?

When man is at peace with man, how much lighter than a feather is the heaviest of metals in his hand! he pulls out his purse, and