CALAIS.

WHEN I had finish'd my dinner, and drank the King of France's health, to fatisfy my mind that I bore him no spleen, but, on the contrary, high honour for the humanity of his temperI rose up an inch taller for the accommodation.

-No-faid 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 fuffufion 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! faid 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?

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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 fought 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, perform'd it with so little friction, that 'twould have confounded the most physical precieuse in France: with all her materialism, she could scarce have called me a machine

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I'm confident, said I to myself, I should have overfet her creed.

The acceffion 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 Iwhat a moment for an orphan to have begg'd his father's portmanteau of me!

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I HAD scarce utter'd 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 inay be generous, as another man is puiflant-fed non, quoad 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 ought I know, which influence the tides themselves- 'twould oft be no difcredit to us, to suppose it was fo: I'm fure at least for myself, that in many a case I should be more highly fatisfied, to have it faid by the world, I had had an affair with the moon, in which there was neither fin, nor shame, than have it pass altogether as my own act and deed, wherein there was so much of both.

-But be this as it may. The moment I cast my eyes upon him, I was predetermined not to A 4 give

give him a fingle fous; and accordingly I put my purse into my pocket-button'd it up - fet myself a little more upon my centre, and advanced up gravely to him: there was fome

thing, I fear, forbidding in my look: I have his

figure this moment before my eyes, and think

there was that in it which deserved better.

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**The monk, as I judged from the break in his tonfure, a few scatter'd white hairs upon his temples being all that remained of it, might be about seventy-but from his eyes, and that fort of fire which was in them, which seemed more temper'd by courtesy than years, could be no more than fixty-Truth might lie between-He was cretainly fixty-five; and the general air of his countenance, notwithstanding fomething feem'd to have been planting wrinkles in it before their time, agreed to the account.

It was one of those heads, which Guido has often painted-mild, pale-penetrating, free from all common-place ideas of fat contented ignorance, looking downwards upon the earthit look'd forwards; but look'd, as if it look'd at fomesomething beyond this world. How one of his order came by it, heaven above, who let it fall upon a monk's shoulders, best knows: but it would have fuited a Bramin, and had I met it upon the plains of Indoftan, I had reverenced it,

The rest of his outline may be given in a few strokes; one might put it into the hands of any one to design, for 'twas neither elegant or otherwise, but as character and expreffion made it fo: it was a thin, spare form, fomething above the common fize, if it loft not the diftinction by a bend forwards in the figurebut it was the attitude of Intreaty; and as it now stands presented to my imagination, it gain'd more than it loft by it.

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When he had enter'd the room three paces, he stood still; and laying his left hand upon his breast, a slender white staff with which he journey'd being in his right, - when I had got close up to him, he introduced himfelf with the little story of the wants of his convent, and the poverty of his order and did it with so simple a grace - and fuch an air of depre