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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Laurence Sterne. - THE MONK . CALAIS . - had scarce uttered the words , when a poor monk of the order of St. Francis came into the room to beg something for a his convent . No man cares to have his virtues the sport of contingencies — or ...
... monk made me a bow . But of all others , resumed I , the unfortunate of our own country , surely , have the first rights ; and I have left thou- sands in distress upon our own shore . - The monk gave a cordial wave with his head , - as ...
... monk . Then do me the favor , I replied , to accept of the box and all , and when you take a pinch out of it , sometimes recollect it was the peace offering of a man who once used you unkindly , but not from his heart . - - The poor monk ...