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They order, faid I, this matter better

in France

v gen.

You have been in France? faid my tleman, turning quick upon me with the molt civil triumph in the world. Strange! quoth I, debating the matter with myself, that one and twenty miles failing, for 'tis abfolutely no further from Dover to Calais, should give a man thefe rights I'll look into them: so giving up

the argument

I went straight to my lodgings,

put up half a dozen fhirts and a black pair of

filk breeches

the coat I have

on, faid I,

took a place

looking at the fleeve, will do”

in the Dover ftage; and the packet failing at nine

the next morning

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by three I had got fat down to my dinner upon a fricaffee'd chicken fo incontestably in France, that had I died that night of an indigeftion, the whole world could

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not have fufpended the effects of the Droits ď Aubaine my shirts, and black pair of filk breeches — portmanteau and all must have gone


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to the king of France even the little picture. which I have fo long worn, and fo often have told thee, Eliza, I would carry with me into my grave, would have been torn from my neck. Ungenerous! feize upon the wreck of an unwary paffenger, whom your fubjects had beckon'd to their coaft by heaven! SIRE, it is not well done; and much does it grieve me, 'tis the monarch of a people fo civilized and courteous, and fo renown'd for fentiment and fine feelings, that I have to reason with

But I have fcarce fet, foot in your dominions

All the effects of strangers (Swifs and Scotch excepted) dying in France, are feized by virtue of this law, tho the heir be upon the the profit of thefe contingencies being Soulyfpot. farm'd, there is no redrefs.

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When I had finifh'd my dinner, and drank the King of France's health, to fatisfy my mind


on the con

that I bore him no fpleen, trary, high honour for the humanity of his temI rofe up an inch taller for the accom

per modation.


No faid I the Bourbon is by no means a cruel race: they may me mifled like other people; but there is a mildnefs in their blood. As I acknowledged this, I felt a suffufion of a finer kind upon my cheek warm and friendly to man, than what Burgun dy (at least of two livres a bottle, which was fuch as I had been drinking) could have produced.

Just God! faid I, kicking my portinam teau afide, what is there in this world's goods which should sharpen our fpirits, and make fo many kindhearted brethren of us, fall out fo cruelly as we do by the way?

When man is at peace with man, how much lighter than a feather is the heaviest of metals in his hand! he pulls out his purfe, and

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