and resolved some way cr other to throw in my mite of courtesy if not of service. Such were my temptations—and in this disposition to give way to them, was I left alone with the lady, with her hand in mine, and with our faces both turned closer to the door of the remise than what was absolutely neces sary. THE REMISE DOOR. CALAIS. This certainly, fair lady! said I, raising her hand up a little lightly as I began, must be one of Fortune's whimsical doings; to take two utter strangers by their hands-of different sexes, and, perhaps, from different corners of the globe, and, in one moment, place them together in such a cordial situation as Friendship herself could scarce have atchieved for them, had she projected it for a month -And your reflection upon it, shews how much, Monsieur, she has embarrassed you by the adventure. When the situation is what we would wish, nothing is so ill-timed as to hint at the circumstances which make it You thank Fortune, continued she-you had reason -the heart knew it, and was satisfied; and who, but an English philosopher, would have sent notices of it to the brain, to reverse the judgment? In saying this, she disengaged her hand, with a look which I thought a sufficient commentary upon the text. It is a miserable picture which I am going to give of the weakness of my heart, by owning that it suffered a pain, which worthier occasions could not have inflicted-I was mortified with the loss of her hand, and the manner in which I had lost it carried neither oil nor wine to the wound; I never felt the pain of a sheepish inferiority so miserably in my life. The triumphs of a true feminine heart are short upon these disconfitures. In a very few seconds she laid her hand upon the cuff of my coat, in order to finish her reply; so some way or other, God knows how, I regained my situation. -She had nothing to add. I forthwith began to model a different conversation for the lady, thinking from the spirit as well as moral of this, that I had been mistaken in her character; but upon turning her face towards me, the spirit which had animated the reply was fled the muscles relaxed, and I beheld the same unprotected look of distress which first won me to her interest-melancholy! to see such sprightliness the prey of sorrow-I -I pitied her from my soul; and though it may seem ridiculous enough to a torpid heart-I could have taken her into my arms, and cherished her, though it was in the open street, without blushing, The pulsations of the arteries along my fingers pressing across hers, told her what was passing within me : she looked down-a silence of some moments followed. I fear, in this interval, I must have made some slight efforts towards a closer compression of her hand, from a subtle sensation I felt in the palm of my own-not as if she was going to withdraw hers but as if she thought about it-and I had infallibly lost it a second time, had not instinct more than reason directed me to the last resource in these dangers-to hold it loosely, and in a manner as if I was every moment going to release it of myself; so she let it continue, till Mons. Dessein returned with the key; and in the mean time I set myself to consider how I should undo the ill impressions which the poor monk's story; in case he had told it her, must have planted in her breast against me. THE SNUFF-BOX. CALAIS. The good old monk was within six paces idea of him crossed my mind; and was advancing towards us a little out of the line, as if uncertain whether he should break in upon us or no-He stopped, however, as soon as he came up to us with a world of frankness; and having a horn snuff-box in his hand, he presented it open to me -You shall taste mine, said I, pulling out my box (which was a small tortoise one) and pulting it into his hand'Tis most excellent, said the monk. Then do me the favour, 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 blushed as red as scarlet. Mon Dieu! said he, pressing his hands together you never used me unkindly.—I should think, said the lady, he is not likely. I blushed in my turn; but from what movements, I leave to the few who feel to analyse-Excuse me, Madam, replied I-I treated him most unkindly; and from no provocations 'Tis impossible, said the lady.-My God! cried the monk, with a warmth of asseveration which seemed not to belong to him-the fault was in me, and in the indiscretion of my zeal-The lady opposed it, and I joined with her in maintaining it was impossible that a spirit so regulated as his could give offence to any. I knew not that contention could be rendered so sweet and pleasurable a thing to the nerves as I then felt it. -We remained silent, without any sensation of that foolish pain which takes place, when in such a circle you look for ten minutes in one another's faces without saying a word. Whilst this lasted, the monk rubbed his horn box upon the sleeve of his tunick; and as soon as it had acquired a little air of brightness by the friction-he made me a low bow, and said, 'twas too late to say whether it was the weakness or goodness of our tempers which had involved us in this contest-but be it as it would he begged we might exchange boxes-In saying this, he presented his to me with one hand, as he took mine from me in the other; and having kissed it-with a stream of good nature in his eyes He put it into his bosom-and 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 spirit of its owner to regulate my own, in the justlings of the world. They had found full employment for his, as I learnt from his story, till about the forty-fifth year of his age, when upon some military services ill requited, and meeting at the same time with a disappointment in the tenderest of passions, he abandoned the sword and the sex together, and took sanctuary, not so much in his convent as in himself. I feel a damp upon my spirits, as I am going to add, that in my last return through Calais, upon inquiring after father Lorenzo, I heard he had been dead near three months, and was buried, not in his convent, but, according to his desire, in a little cemetery belonging to it, about two leagues off. I had a strong desire to see where they had laid him-when, upon pulling out his little horn box, as I sat by his grave, and plucking up a nettle or two at the head of it, which had no business to grow there, they all struck together so forcibly upon my affections, that I burst into a flood of tears-but I am as weak as a woman; and I beg the world not to smile, but pity me. THE REMISE DOOR. CALAIS. I had never quitted the lady's hand all this time; and had held it so long, that it would have been indecent to have let it go, without first pressing it to my lips: tho blood and spirits, which had suffered a revolution from her, crowded back to her, as I did it. Now the two travellers who had spoke to me in the coach-yard, happening at that crisis to be passing by, and observing our communications, naturally took it into their heads, that we must be man and wife at least; so, stopping as soon as they came up to the door of the remise, the one of them, who was the Inquisitive Traveller, asked us, if we set out for Paris the next morning? - I could only answer for myself, I said; and the lady added, she was for Amiens. We dined there yesterday, said the Simple Traveller-You go directly through the town, added the other, in your road to Paris. I was going to return a thousand thanks for the intelligence, that Amiens was in the road to Paris; but, upon pulling out my poor monk's little horn box to take a pinch of snuff-I made them a quiet bow, and wished them good passage to Doverthey left us alone Now where would be the harm, said I to myself, if I was to beg of this distressed lady to accept of half of my chaise-and what mighty mischief could ensue ? Every dirty passion, and bad propensity in my nature, took the alarm, as I stated the proposition It will oblige you to have a third horse, said AVARICE, which will put twenty livres out of your pocket.-You know not who she is, said CAUTION-or what scrapes the affair may draw you into, whispered CowARDICE. Depend upon it, Yorick! said DISCRETION, 'twill be said you went off with a mistress, and came by assignation to Calais for that purpose -You can never after, cried HYPOCRISY aloud, shew your face in the world-or rise, quoth MEANNESS, in the church-or be any thing in it, said PRIDE, but a lousy prebendary. -But 'tis a civil thing, said I-and as I generally act from the first impulse, and therefore seldom listen to these cabals, which serve no purpose, that I know of, but to encompass the heart with adamant—I turned instantly about to the lady -But she had glided off unperceived, as the cause was pleading, and had made ten or a dozen paces down the street, by the time I had made the determination; so I set off after her with a long stride, to make her the proposal with the best address I was master of; but observing she walked with her cheek half resting upon the palm of her hand-with the slow, short-measured step of thought-fulness, and with her eyes, as she went step by step fixed upon the ground, it struck me, she was trying the same cause herself. God help her! said I, she has some mother-in |