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The Equipment.

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 silk breeches"the coat I have on," said I, looking at the sleeve," will do"-took a place in the Dover stage; and the packet sailing at nine the next morning-by three I had got sat down to my dinner upon a fricassee'd chicken, so incontestibly 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 breeches-portmanteau 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 my grave, would have been torn from my neck.-Ungenerous!-to seize upon the wreck of an unwary passenger, whom your subjects had beckoned to their coast -by heaven! SIRE, it is not well done; and much does it grieve me, 'tis the monarch of a people so civilized and courteous, and so renown'd for sentiment and fine feelings, that I have to reason with

* All the effects of strangers (Swiss and Scotch excepted) dying in France, were seized by virtue of this law, though the heir was upon spot-the profit of these contingencies being farmed, there was no redress.

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Panegyric on the Bourbon Race.

But I have scarce set foot in your domini

*

CALAIS.

WHEN I had finished my dinner, and drank the King of France's health, to satisfy my mind that I bore him no spleen, but, on the contrary, high honour for the humanity of his temper-I rose up an inch taller for the accommodation.

-No-said I-the Bourbons is by no means a cruel race: they may be misled like other people; but there is a mildness in their blood. As I acknowledged this, I felt a suffusion of a finer kind upon my cheek-more warm and friendly to man, than what Burgundy (at least of two livres a bottle, which was such as I had been drinking) could have produced.

-Just God! said I, kicking my portmanteau aside, what is there in this world's goods which should sharpen our spirits, and make so many kind-hearted brethren of us fall out so cruelly as we do by the way?

* This immediate check on the premature address made to the French monarch, affords an excellent lesson to persons in similar circumstances, as we are always too apt to blame the customs of foreign nations e're we have spent four-andtwenty hours in the country.

Harmony of Feeling.

When man is at peace with man, how much lighter than a feather is the heaviest of metals in his hand! he pulls out his purse, and holding it airily and uncompress'd, looks round him, as if he sought for an object to share it with-In doing this, I felt every vessel in my frame dilate-the arteries beat all cheerily together, and every power which sustained life, performed it with so little friction, that 'twould have confounded the most physicale precieuse in France; with all her materialism, she could scarce have called me a machine

I'm confident, said I to myself, I should have overset her creed.

The accession of that idea carried nature, at that time, as high as she could go-I was at peace with the world before, and this finished the treaty with myself—

-Now, was I a King of France, cried I—what a moment for an orphan to have begg'd his father's portmanteau of me?

THE MONK.

CALAIS.

I HAD Scarce uttered the words, when a poor monk of the order of St. Francis came into the

The Mendicant Monk.

room to beg something for his convent.* No man cares to have his virtues the sport of contingencies or one man may be generous, as another man is puissant-sed non, quo ad hanc-or be it as it may-for there is no regular reasoning upon the ebbs and flows of our humors: they may depend upon the same causes, for aught I know, which influence the tides themselves-'twould oft be no discredit to us, to suppose it was so: I'm sure at least for myself, that in many a case I should be more highly satisfied, to have it said by the world, "I had had an affair with the moon, in which their was neither sin nor shame," than have it pass altogether as my own act and deed, wherein there was so much of both.

-But be this as it may.

The moment I cast

my eyes upon him, I was predetermined not to

*

The visit of a brother of some fraternity under the ancient order of things, was as much to be expected by a stranger after his landing, as that his effects should undergo the impertinent scrutiny of the officers of customs. It was usual on such occasions to dispatch the most pitiful looking brother of the order, yet scarcely was the trifle bestowed, but from the window you might perceive a brother of the same house, whose corpulence and ruddy complection fully evinced that all the fraternity were not accustomed to fasting and self mortification.

Physiognomy of the Monk.

give him a single sous ;* and accordingly I put my purse into my pocket-button'd it up-set myself a little more upon my centre, and advanced up gravely to him: there was something, I fear, forbidding in my look: I have his figure this moment before my eyes, and think there was that in it which deserved better.

The monk, as I judged from the break in his tonsure, a few scattered white hairs upon his temples, being all that remained of it, might be about seventy-but from his eyes, and that sort of fire which was in them, which seemed more temper'd by courtesy than years, could be no more than sixty-Truth might lie between-He was certainly sixty-five; and the general air of his countenance, notwithstanding something seem'd to have been planting wrinkles in it before their time, agreed to the account.

It was one of those heads, which Guidot has often painted-mild, pale-penetrating, free

* Here the prejudice so natural to Englishmen is well displayed; from the moment we are enabled to think, we are prompted to view these votaries of catholic superstition with a jaundiced eye, and consequently attend to their complaints with phlegmatic indifference.

+ Guido-all the excellencics of painting are said to be united in this superior genius. The delicacy of his ideas, the disposition of his objects in general, the beautiful turn of

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