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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... Heaven forbid ! said she , raising her hand up to her forehead , for I had turned full in front upon the lady whom I had seen in conference with the monk : — she had followed us unperceived . — Heaven forbid , indeed ! said I , offering ...
... heaven itself , were it possible to get there with such tempers , would want objects to give it ; every gentle spirit would come flying upon the wings of Love to hail their arrival . - Nothing would the souls of Smelfungus and Mundungus ...
... heaven would not take him from him also , he would go in gratitude to St. Iago in Spain . When the mourner got thus far on his story , he stopp'd to pay Nature her tribute , and wept bitterly . -- He said , heaven had accepted the ...