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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, 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 fome 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
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 bealt--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 month-Which I found inconse
quent and perfectly innocent the second.
Madame de Rambouliet, after an acquaintance 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 mystic nymphs! go each one pluck your rose, and scatter them in your path - for Madame de Rainbouliet did no
more-I handed Madame de Rambouliet
out of the coach ; and had I been the priest of the chalte CASTALIA, I could not have served at her fountain with a more respectful decorum.
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