A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY. VOLUME THE FIRST. TH 'HEY order,' faid I, this • matter better in France.' You have been in France ? faid my gentleman, turning quick upon me with the moft civil triumph in the world. Strange!' quoth I, debating the matter with myself, that one and twenty miles failing, for 'tis abfolutely no farther from Dover to Calais, fhould give a man thefe rights-I'll does it grieve me, 'tis the monarch of a people fo civilized and courteous, and fo renowned for fentiment and fine feelings, that I have to reason with But I have scarce set foot in your dominions CALAIS. * look into them. So, giving up the WHENI had finished my dina argument-I went ftraight to my lodgings, put up half a dozen fhirts and a black pair of filk breeches The coat I have on,' faid I, looking at the fleeve, 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 fricafeed chicken, fo inconteftibly in France, that had I died that night of an indigestion, the whole world could not have fufpended the effects of the Droits d'Aubaine -my fhirts, and black pair of filk breeches-portmanteau and all-muft have gone to the King of France; even the little picture which I have fo 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 feize upon the wreck of an unwary paffenger, whom your fubjects had beckoned to their coaft-By Heaven! SIRE, it is not well done; and much ner, and drank the King of France's health, to fatisfy my mind that I bore him no spleen-but, on the contrary, high honour for the humanity of his temper-I rofe up an inch taller for the accommodation. No,' faid I, the Bourbon 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 fuffufion of a finer kind upon my cheekmore warm and friendly to man, than what Burgundy (at least, of two livres a bottle, which was fuch as I had been drinking) could have produced. Juft God!' faid I, kicking my portmanteau afide, what is there in this world's goods which fhould 'fharpen our fpirits, and make so many kind-hearted brethren of us fall out fo cruelly as we do by the way?" When man is at peace with man, how much lighter than a feather is the * All the effects of ftrangers (Swifs and Scotch excepted) dying in France, are seized by virtue of this law, though the heir be upon the spot--the profit of these contingencies being farmed, there is no redrefs. |