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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... hour . - The man who first transplanted the grape of Burgundy to the Cape of Good Hope ( observe he was a Dutchman ) never dreamt of drinking the same wine at the Cape , that the same grape produced upon the French mountains , - he was ...
... hour before , — the very sight of it stirr'd up a disagreeable sensation within me now ; and I thought ' twas a churlish beast into whose heart the idea could first enter , to construct such a machine ; nor had I much more charity for ...
... . - Lord ! said I , hearing the town clock strike four , and recollecting that I had been little more than a single hour in Calais , ― - - What a large volume of adventures may be LAURENCE STerne 25 THE REMISE. CALAIS. ...