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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 myfelf, 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 filk breeches > "the coat I have on, faid I, Looking at the fleeve, will do" took a place 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 A 2
not have fufpended the effects of the Droits d' Aubaine my fhirts, 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 carry 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 so civilized and courteous, and fo renown'd for fentiment and fine feelings, that I have to reason with Gifs But I have fcarce fet foot in your domi
All the effects of ftrangers (Swifs and Scotch excepted y dying in France, are feized by virtue of this law, tho' the heir be upon the spot the profit of these contingencies being farm'd, there is no redrefs.
When I had finish'd my dinner, and drank the King of France's health, to fatisfy my mind that I bore him no fpleen, but, on the contrary, high honour for the humanity of his temper I rofe up an inch taller for the accom modation.
-No faid I the Bourbon is by no means a cruel race: they may me mifled like other people; but there is a mildness in their blood. As I acknowledged this, I felt a suffufion 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 1, kicking my portinanteau afide, what is there in this world's goods which should sharpen our spirits, and make fo 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 holding