2 SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY, &c. &c. BOOK. I. - They order, faid I, this matter better in France Strange! quoth You have been in France? said my gentleman, turning quick upon me with the moit civil triumph in the world. I, debating the matter with myself, that one and twenty miles faling, for 'tis abfolutely no further from Dover to Calais, should give a man these rights - I'll look into them: so giving up the argument I went straight to my lodgings, put up half a dozen shirts and a black pair of filk breeches "the coat I have on, said I, Iooking at the sleeve, will do" - took a place in the Dover stage; and the packet failing at nine the next morning - by three I had got fat down to my dinner upon a fricassee'd chicken so incontestably in France, that had I died that night of an indigestion, the whole world could A 2 - not not have suspended the effects of the Droits d' Aubaine * my shirts, and black pair of filk breeches - portmanteau and all must have gone to the king of France - even the little picture which I have so long worn, and so often have told thee, Eliza, I would carry with me into my grave, would have been torn from my neck. - Ungenerous! - to seize upon the wreck of an unwary passenger, whom your subjects had beckon'd to their coast - by heaven! SIRE, it is not well done; and much does it grieve me, 'tis the monarch of a people so civilized and courteous, and fo renown'd for sentiment and fine feelings, that I have to reason with nions But I have scarce set foot in your domi * All the effects of strangers (Swiss and Scotch excepted) dying in France, are seized by virtue of this law, tho' the heir be upon the soft spot-the profit of these contingencies being farm'd, there is no redress, CALAI S. When I had finish'd my dinner, and drank the King of France's health, to fatisfy my mind that I bore him no spleen, but, on the contrary, high honour for the humanity of his tem per I rose up an inch taller for the accommodation. No - faid I the Bourbon is by no means a cruel race: they may me misled like other people; but there is a mildness in their blood. As I acknowledged this, I felt a fuffusion 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 fuch as I had been drinking) could have produced. - Just God! faid I, kicking my portinanteau afide, what is there in this world's goods which should sharpen our spirits, and make fo many kindhearted brethren of us, fall out so 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 purse, and |