I knew not that contention could be rendered so sweet and pleasurable a thing to the nerves as I then felt it.We remained filent, without any fenfation of that foolish pain which takes place, when in fuch a circle you look for ten minutes in one another's faces without saying a word. Whilst this lasted, 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 low bow, and faid, 'twas too late to fay whether it was the weakness or goodness of our tempers which had involved us in this conteft-but be it as it would-he begg'd we might exchange boxes-In faying this, he presented his to me with one hand, as he took mine from me in the other; and having kiss'd it with a stream of good nature in his eyes he put it into his bofom-and took his leave.

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I guard this box, as I would the inftrumental parts of my religion, to help my mind on to something better: in truth, I feldom go abroad without it; and oft and many a time have I called up by it the courteous spirit 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 story, till about the forty-fifth year of his age, when upon some military services ill requited, and meeting at the fame time with a disappointment in the tenderest of paffions, he abandon'd the fword and the sex together, and took sanctuary, not so much in his convent as in himself.

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

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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 strong 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 business to grow there, they all ftruck together so 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.

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THE REMISE DOOR.

CALAIS.

I HAD never quitted the lady's hand all this time; and had held it so long, that it would have been indecent to have let it go, without first preffing it to my lips: the blood and spirits, which had fuffer'd a revulfion from her, crouded back to her, as I did it.

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Now the two travellers who had spoke to me in the coach-yard, happening at that crifis to be passing by, and obferving our communications, naturally took it into their heads that we must be man and wife at least; so stopping as foon as they came up to the door of the Remise, the one of them, who was the inquifi

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tive traveller, ask'd us,

for Paris the next morning? -I could

only answer for myself, I said; and the lady added, she was for Amiens. We

dined there yesterday, said the simple

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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 fnuff-I made them a quiet bow, and wishing them a good passage to Dover-they left us alone

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-Now where would be the harm, faid I to myself, if I was to beg of this distressed lady to accept of half of my chaife?-and what mighty mischief could enfue?

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