pended the effects of the Droits d'aubaine1. my shirts, and black pair of silk breechesportmanteau 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 so renowned for sentiment and fine feelings, that I have to reason with But I have scarce set foot in your dominion Calais W HEN I had finish'd 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 honour for 1 All the effects of strangers (Swiss and Scotch excepted) dying in France, are seized by virtue of this law, though the heir be upon the spot the profit of these contingencies being farmed, there is no redress. I rose up an inch 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? 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 holding it airily and uncompress'd looks round him, as if he sought for an object to share it with. -In doing this, I felt every vessel in my frame dilate the arteries beat all chearily together, and every power which sustained life, performed it with so little friction, that 't would have confounded the most physical precieuse in France with all her materialism, she could scarce have called me a machine - I'm confident, said I to myself, I should have overset her creed. The accession of that idea carried. nature, at that time, as high as she could go - I was at peace with the world before, and this finish'd the treaty with myself. Now, was I a King of France, cried I what a moment for an orphan to have begg'd his father's portmanteau of me! The Monk-Calais I HAD scarce uttered the words, when a poor monk of the order of St. Francis came into the room to beg something for his convent. No man cares to have his virtues the sport of contingencies or one man may sed be generous, as another man is puissant non quo ad hanc - or be it as it may for there is no regular reasoning upon the ebbs and flows of our humours; they may depend upon the same causes, for aught I know, which influence the tides themselves-'t would oft be no discredit to us, to suppose it was so: I'm sure at least for myself, that in many a case I should be more highly satisfied, to have it said by the world, "I had had an affair with the moon, in which there was neither sin nor shame," than |