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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... give Misery a sixpence ; and therefore I always get out of it as fast as I can and the moment I am rekindled , I am all generosity and good - will again ; and would do anything in the world , either for or with anyone , if they will but ...
... gives so little as I do ; for few , that I know , have so little to give ; but as this was the first public act of my charity in France , I took the more notice of it . - A well - a - way ! said I , I have but eight sous in the world ...
... give to others without change ! - I observed the elder sister put her hand into her pocket . — I'll see , said she , if I have a sous . A sous ! give twelve , said the supplicant ; Nature has been bountiful to you , be bountiful to a ...