THE REMIS E.

CALAI S.

MONSIEUR Deffein came back to let us

out of the chaife, and acquaint the lady, the Count de L- her brother was just arrived at the hotel. Though I had infinite good will for the lady, I cannot fay, that I rejoiced in my heart at the event-and could not help telling her fo-for it is fatal to a propofal, Madam, faid I, that I was going to make to you

-You need not tell me what the proposal was, faid fhe, laying her hand upon both mine, as fhe interrupted me. -A man, my good Sir, has feldom an offer of kindness to make to a woman, but she has a prefentiment of it fome moments before

Nature arms her with it, faid I, for im mediate preservation-But I think, said she, looking in my face, I had no evil to apprehend-and to deal frankly with you, had determined

termined to accept it.-If I had-fhe flopped a moment, I believe your good will would have drawn a flory from me, which would have made pity, the only dangerous thing in the journey.

In faying this, the fuffered me to kifs her hand twice, and with a look of fenfibility mixed with a concern fhe got out of the chaife- and bid adieu,

IN THE STREET.

CALAIS.

I NEVER finished a twelve-guinea bargain fo expeditiously in my life: my time feemed heavy upon the lofs of the lady, and knowing every moment of it would be as two, till I put myself into motion-I ordered poft horses directly, and walked towards the hotel.

Lord! faid I, hearing the town clock strike four, and recollecting that I had been little more than a fingle hour in Calais

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-What

-What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life by him who interefts his heart in every thing, and who, having eyes to fee, what time and chance are perpetually holding out to him as he journeyeth on his way, miffes nothing he can fairly lay his hands on.

-If this won't turn out fomething-another will—no matter-'tis an effay upon human nature-I get my labour for my pains-'tis enough-the pleasure of the experiment has kept my fenfes, and the best part of my blood awake, and laid the grofs to fleep.

I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Berfheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren-And fo it is; and fo is all the world to him who will not cultivate the fruits it offers. I declare, faid I, clapping my hands chearily together, that was I in a defart, I would find out wherewith in it to call forth my affections-If I could not do better, I would fasten them upon fome fweet myrtle, or feek fome melancholy cypress to connect myself to-I would court their

fhade,

fhade, and greet them kindly for their protection-I would cut my name upon them, and fwear they were the lovelieft trees throughout the defart: if their leaves wither'd, I would teach myself to mourn, and when they rejoiced, I would rejoice along with them.

The learned SMELFUNGUS travelled. from Boulogne to Paris-from Paris to Romeand so on- but he fet out with the fpleen and jaundice, and every object he pass'd by was difcoloured or diftorted-He wrote an account of them, but 'twas nothing but the account of his miferable feelings.

I met Smelfungus in the grand portico of the Pantheon- he was juft coming out of it'Tis nothing but a huge cockpit huge cockpit *, faid he-I with you had faid nothing worse of the Venus of Medicis, replied I-for in paffing through Florence, I had heard he had fallen foul upon the goddess, and used her worse than a common ftrumpet, without the leaft provocation

in nature.

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* Vide S***'s Travels

I popp'd upon Smelfungus again at Turin, in his return home; and a fad tale of forrowful adventures had he to tell, "wherein he spoke "of moving accidents by flood and field, and "of the cannibals which each other eat: the Anthropophagi"- he had been flead alive, and bedevil'd, and used worse than St. Bartholomew, at every flage he had come at

-I'll tell it, cried Smelfungus, to the world. You had better tell it, faid I, to your physician.

Mundungus, with an immenfe fortune, made the whole tour; going on from Rome to Naples from Naples to Venice-from Venice to Vienna-to Drefden, to Berlin, without one generous connection or pleasur able annecdote to tell of; but he had travell'd ftraight on looking neither to his right hand or his left, left Love or Pity fhould feduce him out of his road.

Peace be to them! if it is to be found; but heaven itself, was it poffible to get there with . fuch tempers, would want objects to give itevery gentle spirit would come flying upon

the

wings.