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given in it, by Moliere-but, like others remains of Gothic manners, was declining. Every nation, continued he, have their refinements
groffieretés, in which they take the lead, and lose it of one another by turns--that he had been in most countries, but never in one where he found not fome delicacies, which others seemed to want. Le Pour, et le Contre se trouvent en chaque nation; there is a balance, said he, of good and bad every where; and nothing but the knowing it is so can emancipate one half of the world from the prepossessions which it holds against the other --that the advantage of travel, as it regarded the savoir vivre, was by seeing a great deal both of men and manners; it taught us mutual toleration; and inutual toleration, concluded he, making me a bow, taught us mutual love.
The old French officer delivered this with an air of such candour and good senfe, as coincided with my first favourable impressions of his character- I thought I loved the man; but
I fear I mistook the object-'twas my own way of thinking—the difference was, I could not have expressed it half fo well.
It is alike troublesome to both the rider and his beast- if the latter goes pricking up his ears, and starting all the way, at every object which he never saw before--I have as little torment of this kind as any creature alive; and yet I honestly confess, that many a thing gave me pain, and that I blush'd at many a word the first month-which I found inconsequent and perfectly innocent the second.
Madame de Rambouliet, after an acquaintance of about fix weeks with her, had done me the honour to take me in her coach about two leagues out of town-Of all women, Madame de Rambouliet is the most correct; and I never wish to see one of more virtues and purity of heart-In our return back, Madame de Rambouliet desired me to pull the cord-I asked her if she wanted any thing-Rien que piler, said Madame de Rambouliet
Grieve not, gentle traveller, to let Madame de Rainbouliet p-ss on-And, ye fáir mystic nymphs! go each one pluck your rose, and scatter them in your path—for Madame de Rambouliet did no more - I handed Madame de Rambouliet out of the coach; and had I been the priest of the chaste CASTALIA, I could not have ferved at her fountain with a more refpectful decorum.