A Sentimental Journey Through France and ItalyAlan Rodgers Books LLC, 2005 - 108 Seiten
CALAIS When I had fished 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 honor for the humanity of his temper, -- I rose up an inch taller for the accommodation. -- No -- said 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 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? |
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... Italy without a chaise , — and nature generally prompting us to the thing we are fittest for , I walk'd out into the coachyard to buy or hire something of that kind to my purpose : an old désobligeant * in the furthest corner of the ...
... Italy ! - Psha ! said I , and do not one half of our gentry go with a humdrum compagnon du voyage the same round , and have the piper and the devil and all to pay besides ? When man can extricate himself with an équivoque in such an ...
... Italy . - - MARIA . MOULINES . I nev never felt what the distress of plenty was in anyone shape till now , - to travel it through the Bourbonnois , the sweetest part of France , in the heyday of the vintage , when Nature is pouring her ...