. I knew not that contention could be rendered fo fweet and pleasurable a thing to the nerves as I then felt it.We remained filent, without any fenfation of that foolifh pain which takes place, when in fuch a circle you look for ten minutes in one another's faces without faying a word. Whilft this lafted, the monk rubb'd his horn box upon the fleeve of his tunick; and as foon as it had acquired a little air of brightness by the friction-he made a low bow, and faid, 'twas too late to fay whether it was the weakness or goodness of our tempers which had involved ust in this conteft-but be it as it would-he begg'd we might exchange boxes-In faying this, he prefented his to me with one hand, as he took mine from me in the other; and having kifs'd it-with a fream of good nature in his eyes he put it into his bofom-and took his leave.

I guard this box, as I would the inArumental parts of my religion, to help my mind on to fomething better: in truth, I feldom go abroad without it; and oft and many a time have I called up by it the courteous fpirit of its owner to regulate my own, in the juftlings of the world; they had found full employinent for his, as I learnt from. his ftory, till about the forty-fifth year of his age, when upon fome military fervices ill requited, and meeting at the fame time with a disappointment in the tendereft of paffions, he abandon'd the fword and the fex together, and took fanctuary, not fo much in his convent as in himself.

I feel a damp upon my fpirits, as I am going to add, that in my laft return through Calais, upon inquiring after Father Lorenzo, I heard he had been dead

near three months, and was buried, not

in his convent, but, according to his defire, in a little cimetiery belonging to it, about two leagues off: I had a ftrong defire to fee where they had laid himwhen, upon pulling out his little horn box, as I fat by his grave, and plucking up a nettle or two at the head of it, which had no bufinefs to grow there, they all firuck together fo forcibly upon my affections, that I burst into a flood of tears-but I am as weak as a woman; and I beg the world not to fimile, but pity me.

THE REMISE DOOR.

CALAIS.

I HAD never quitted the lady's hand all

this time; and had held it fo long, that

it would have been indecent to have let without first preffing it to my

it go

lips: the blood and spirits, which had

fuffer'd a revulfion from her, crouded

back to her, as I did it.

Now the two travellers who had fpoke to me in the coach-yard, happening at that crifis to be paffing by, and obferving our communications, naturally took it into their heads that we must be man and wife at leaft; fo ftopping as foon as they came up to the door of the Remife, the one of them, who was the inquifi

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tive traveller, afk'd us if we fet out for Paris the next morning?-I could only answer for myself, I faid; and the lady added, fhe was for Amiens.-We dined there yesterday, faid the fimple traveller-You go directly through the town, added the other, in your road to Paris. I was going to return a thousand thanks for the intelligence, that Amiens was in the road to Paris; but, upon pulling out my poor monk's little horn box to take a pinch of fauff-I made them a quiet bow, and wishing them a good paffage to Dover--they left us alone→→→

-Now where would be the harm, faid I to myfelf, if I was to beg of this diftreffed lady to accept of half of my chaise?—and what mighty mifchief could enfue?

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