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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... took his leave . I guard this box , as I would the instrumental parts of my religion , to help my mind on to something better : in truth , I seldom go abroad without it ; and oft and many a time have I called up by it the courteous ...
... took the more notice of it . - A well - a - way ! said I , I have but eight sous in the world , showing them in my hand , and there are eight poor men and eight poor women for ' em . A poor tatter'd soul , without a shirt on , instantly ...
... took hold of her fingers in one hand , and applied the two forefingers of my other to the artery . ----- Would to heaven ! my dear Eugenius , thou hadst passed by , and beheld me sitting in my black coat , and in my lack - a - day ...