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HEY order, faid I, this matter
better in France
-You have been in France ? said 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 absolutely no further from Dover to Calais, should give a man these rights--- I'll look into them; so giving up the argument — I went straight to my lodgings, put up half a dozen shirts and a black pair of filk breeches—” the coat
I have on, said I, looking at the sleeve, 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 fricassee'd chicken so incontestably in France, that had I died that night of an indigestion, the whole world could not have suspended the effects of the * Droits d'Aubaine -- my shirts, and black pair of silk breechesportmanteau and all must have gone to the king of France-even the little picture which I have so long worn, and so often have told thee, Eliza, I would carry with me into niy grave, would have been torn from my neck.- Ungenerous! -- to seize upon the wreck of an
* All the effects of strangers (Swiss and Scotch excepted) dying in France, are seized by virtue of this law, tho' the heir be upon the spot--the profit of these contingencies being farm'd, there is no redress.