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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... Paris . - At Paris the lad had laid out a livre in a little cage for the starling , and as he had little to do better the five months his master staid there , he taught it , in his mother's tongue , the four simple words — ( and no more ) ...
... Paris that day , and he had made a party with her , and two or three more of the Count's household , upon the boulevards . Happy people ! that once a week at least are sure to lay down all your cares together , and dance and sing and ...
... PARIS . W e get forwards in the world , not so much by doing services , as receiving them ; you take a withering twig , and put it in the ground ; and then you water it , because you have planted it . Monsieur le Count de B- merely ...