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The French officer told me,
an illiberal sarcasm at the church, which had begun in the theatre about the time the Tartuffe was given in it, by Moliere-but, like others remains of Gothic manners j was declining•Every nation, continued he, have their refinements and groffieretes, in which they take the lead, and lose it of one another by turns—that he had been in most countries, but never in one where he found not some delicacies, which others feemed to want. Le POUR, et le CONTRE se trouvent en chaque nation ; there is à balance, faid he, of good and bad .every where ; and nothing but the knowing it is so can emancipate one half of the world from the prepossessions which it
holds against the other—that the advantage
of travel, as it regarded the savoir vivre, was by seeing a great deal both of men and manners ; it taught us mutual toleration; and mutual toleration, concluded he, making me a bow, taught us mutual love.
The old French officer delivered this
with an air of such candour and good sense, as coincided with my first favourable impressions of his character-I thought I loved the man ; but I fear I mistook the object~'twas iny own way of thinking—the difference was, I could not have expressed it half so well.
It is alike troublesome to both the rider
and his beast--if the latter
goes pricking up
his and starting all the way at every object which he never saw before -I have as little torment of this kind as any creature alive ; and yet I honestly confess, that many a thing gave me pain, and that I blush'd at many a word the first inonth-which I found inconse
quent and perfectly innocent the second.
Madame de Rainbouliet, after an ac
quaintance of about fix weeks with her,
had done me the honour to take me in
her coach about two leagues out of town - Of all women ,
Madame de Rambou. liet is the most correct ; . and I never wish to see one of more virtues and
purity of heart-In our return back, Madame de Rambouliet defired me to pull the cord-I asked her if she wanted any thing-Rien que piler, said Madame de Rambouliet
Grieve not, gentle traveller , to let Madame de Rambouliet p-ss on-And, ye fair myslic nymphs! go each one pluck your rose, and scatter them in your path
for Madaine de Rainbouliet did no
inore-I handed Madaine de Rambouliet
out of the coach; and had I been the priest of the chaste CasTALIA, I could not have served at her fountain with a more respectful decorum.
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