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HEN I got home to my hotel, La Fleur told me I
had been inquired after by the Lieutenant de Po
lice.—The deuce take it! said I-I know the reason. It is time the reader should know it, for in the order of things in which it happened, it was omitted; not that it was out of my head; but that, had I told it then, it might have been forgot now—and now is the time I want it.
I had left London with so much precipitation, that it never enter'd my mind that we were at war with France; and had reach'd Dover, and look'd through my glass at the hills beyond Boulogne, before the idea presented itself; and with this in its train, that there was no getting there without a passport.
Go but to the end of a street, I have a mortal aversion for returning back no wiser than I set out; and as this
one of the greatest efforts I had ever made for knowledge, I could less bear the thoughts of it; so hearing the Count de had hired the packet, I begg'd he would take me in his suite. The Count had some little knowledge of me, so made little or no difficulty-only said, his inclination to serve me could reach no further than Calais, as he was to return by way of Brussels to Paris; however, when I had once pass'd there, I might get to Paris without interruption; but that in Paris I must make friends and shift for myself.Let me get to Paris, Monsieur le Count, said I—and I shall do very
well. So I embark'd, and never thought more of the matter.
When La Fleur told me the Lieutenant de Police had been inquiring after me—the thing instantly recurred—and by the time La Fleur had well told me, the master of the hotel came into my room to tell me the same thing, with this addition to it, that my passport had been particularly ask'd after : the master of the hotel concluded with saying, He hoped I had one.—Not I, faith! said I.
The master of the hotel retired three steps from me, as from an infected person, as I declared this—and poor La Fleur advanced three steps towards me, and with that sort of movement which a good soul makes to succor a distress'd one—the fellow won my heart by it; and from that single trait, I knew his character as perfectly, and could rely upon it as firmly, as if he had served me with fidelity for seven years.
Mon seigneur ! cried the master of the hotel—but recollecting himself as he made the exclamation, he instantly changed the tone of it.-If Monsieur, said he, has not a passport, (apparemment) in all likelihood he has friends in Paris who can procure him one.—Not that I know of, quoth I, with an air of indifference.—Then, certes, replied he, you'll be sent to the Bastille or the Châtelet, au moins. Poo! said I, the king of France is a good-natur'd soul-he'll hurt nobody.Cela n'empêche pas, said he-you will certainly be sent to the Bastille to-morrow morning.-But I've taken your lodgings for a month, answer'd I, and I'll not quit them a day before the time for all the kings of France in the world. La Fleur whisper'd in my ear, that nobody could oppose the king of France.
Pardi! said my host, ces Messieurs Anglois sont des gens très extraordinaires—and having both said and sworn it-he went out.
THE HOTEL AT PARIS
COULD not find in my heart to torture La Fleur's with a serious look upon the subject of my embarrassment,
which was the reason I had treated it so cavalierly; and to show him how light it lay upon my mind, I dropt the subject entirely; and whilst he waited upon me at supper, talk'd to him with more than usual gaiety about Paris, and of the opera comique.-La Fleur had been there himself, and had followed me through the streets as far as the bookseller's shop; but seeing me come out with the young fille de chambre, and that we walk'd down the Quai de Conti together, La Fleur deem'd it unnecessary to follow me a step further—so making his own reflections upon it, he took a shorter cut-and got to the hotel in time to be inform'd of the affair of the police against my arrival.
As soon as the honest creature had taken away, down to sup himself, I then began to think a little seriously about my situation.
-And here, I know, Eugenius, thou wilt smile at the remembrance of a short dialogue which pass'd betwixt us the moment I was going to set out-I must tell it here.
Eugenius, knowing that I was as little subject to be overburden'd with money as thought, had drawn me aside to interrogate me how much I had taken care for; upon telling him the exact sum, Eugenius shook his head, and said it would not do; so pulld out his purse in order to empty it into mine.—I've enough in conscience, Eugenius, said I.Indeed, Yorick, you have not, replied Eugenius.
I know France and Italy better than you.—But you don't consider, Eugenius, said I, refusing his offer, that before I have been three days in Paris, I shall take care to say or do something or other for which I shall get clapp'd up into the Bastille, and that I shall live there a couple of months entirely at the king of France's expense.--I beg pardon, said Eugenius, dryly: really I had forgot that resource.
Now the event I treated gaily came seriously to my door.
Is it folly, or nonchalance, or philosophy, or pertinacityor what is it in me, that, after all, when La Fleur had gone down-stairs, and I was quite alone, I could not bring down my mind to think of it otherwise than I had then spoken of it to Eugenius?
-And as for the Bastille ; the terror is in the word.—Make the most of it you can, said I to myself, the Bastille is but another word for a tower-and a tower is but another word for a house you can't get out of.—Mercy on the gouty! for they are in it twice a year—but with nine livres a day, and pen and ink and paper and patience, albeit a man can't get out, he may do very well within—at least for a month or six weeks; at the end of which, if he is a harmless fellow, his innocence appears, and he comes out a better and wiser man than he went in.
I had some occasion (I forget what) to step into the courtyard, as I settled this account; and remember I walk'd downstairs in no small triumph with the conceit of my reasoning. -Beshrew the somber pencil! said I vauntingly-for I envy not its powers, which paints the evils of life with so hard and deadly a coloring. The mind sits terrified at the objects she has magnified herself, and blackened: reduce them to their proper size and hue, she overlooks them.—'T is true, said I, correcting the proposition-the Bastille is not an evil to be despised—but strip it of its towers—fill up the fossé unbarricade the doors-call it simply a confinement, and suppose 't is some tyrant of a distemper—and not of a man, which holds you in it—the evil vanishes, and you bear the other half without complaint.
I was interrupted in the heyday of this soliloquy, with a voice which I took to be of a child, which complained "it could not get out.”—I look'd up and down the passage, and seeing neither man, woman, or child, I went out without further attention.
In my return back through the passage, I heard the same words repeated twice over; and looking up, I saw it was a starling hung in a little cage.—“I can't get out-I can't get out," said the starling.
I stood looking at the bird: and to every person who came through the passage it ran fluttering to the side towards which they approach'd it, with the same lamentation of its captivity.—“I can't get out,” said the starling.—God help thee! said I, but I'll let thee out, cost what it will; so I turn'd about the cage to get to the door; it was twisted and double twisted so fast with wire, there was no getting it open without pulling the cage to pieces.-I took both hands to it.
The bird flew to the place where I was attempting his deliverance, and thrusting his head through the trellis, press'd his breast against it, as if impatient.-I fear, poor creature! said I, I cannot set thee at liberty.—“No,” said the starling“I can't get out I can't get out,” said the starling.
I vow I never had my affections more tenderly awakened; or do I remember an incident in my life, where the dissipated spirits, to which my reason had been a bubble, were so suddenly call'd home. Mechanical as the notes were, yet so true in tune to nature were they chanted, that in one moment they overthrew all my systematic reasonings upon the Bastille; and I heavily walk'd up-stairs, unsaying every word I had said in going down them.
Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, slavery! said I-still thou art a bitter draught! and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee, thou art no less bitter on that account.—'T is thou, thrice sweet and gracious goddess, addressing myself to LIBERTY, whom all in public or in private worship, whose taste is grateful, and ever wilt be so, till NATURE herself shall change-no tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle, or chymic power turn thy scepter into ironwith thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch, from whose court thou art exiled -Gracious heaven! cried I, kneeling down upon the last step but one in my ascent, grant me but health, thou great Bestower of it, and give me but this fair goddess as my companion-and shower down thy miters, if it seems good unto thy divine providence, upon those heads which are aching for them.