ere he could have asked one for himself: he stood by the chaise, a little without the circle, and wiped a tear from a face which I thought had seen better days Good God! said I - and I have not one single sous left to give him. "But you have a thousand!, cried all the powers of nature stirring within me so I gave him no matter what I am ashamed to say how much now and was ashamed to think, how little, then; so if the reader can form any conjecture of my disposition, as these two fixed points are given him. he may judge within a livre or two what was the precise sum. - I could afford nothing for the rest, but Dieu vous benisse. Et le bon Dieu vous benisse encore said the old soldier, the dwarf, etc. The pauvre honteux could say nothing - he pull'd out a little handkerchiet and wiped his face as he turned away and I thought he thanked me more than them all. THE BIDET. Having settled all these little matters, I got into my post-chaise with more ease than ever I got into a post- chaise in my life; and La Fleur having got one large jack-boot on the far side of a little bidet*), and another on this (for 1 count nothing of his legs) he canter'd away before me as happy and as perpendicular as a prince. -But what is happiness: what is grandeur in this painted scene of life! a dead ass, before we had got a league, put a sudden stop to La Fleur's career; his bidet would not pass by it! a contention arose betwixt them, and the poor fellow was kick'd out of his jack-boots the very first kick. La Fleur bore hiss fall like a French Christian saying neither more nor less upon it than Diable! so presently got up, and came to the charge again astride his Bidet, beating him up to it as he would have beat his drum. Post-horse. The Bidet flew from one side of the road to the other, then back again then that way, and in short then this way every way but by the dead ass - La Fleur insisted upon the thing, and the bidet threw him. What's the matter, La Fleur, said I, with this bidet of thine? Monsieur, said he, c'est le cheval le plus opiniatre du monde. Nay, if he is a conceited beast, he must go his own way, replied Iso La Fleur got off him, and giving him a good sound lash, the bidet took me at my word, and away he scampered back to Montreuil. Peste! said La Fleur. It is not mal a propos to take notice here, that though La Fleur availed himself but of two different terms of exclamation in this encounter; namely, Diable! and Peste! that there are nevertheless three in the French language, like the positive, comparative, and superlative, one or the other of which serve for every unexpected throw of the dice in life. Le Diable! which is the first, and positive degree, is generally used upon ordinary emotions of the mind, where small things only fall out contrary to your expectations such as the throwing one's doublets La Fleur's being kick'd off his horse, and so forth.- Cuckoldom, for the same reason, is always Le Diable. But in cases where the cast has something provoking in it, as in that of the bidet's running away after, and leaving La Fleur aground in jackboots 'tis the second degree. 'Tis then, Peste! And for the third But here my heart is wrung with pity and fellow-feeling, when I reflect what miseries must have been their lot, and how bitterly so refined a people must have smarted, to have forced them upon the use of it. Grant me, O ye powers which touch the tongue with eloquence in distress! whatever is my cast, graut me but decent words to exclaim in, and I will give my nature way. But as these were not to be had in France, 1 resolved to take every evil just as it befel me, without any exclamation at all. La Fleur, who had made no such covenant with himself, followed the bidet with his eyes till it was got out of sight; and then you may imagine, if you please, with what word he closed the whole affair. As there was no hunting down a frighten'd horse in jack-boots, there remained no alternative but taking La Fleur either behind the chaise, or into it. I preferred the latter, and in half an hour we got to the post-house at Nampont. NAMPONT. THE DEAD ASS. And this, said he, putting the remains of a crust into his wallet and this should have been thy portion, said he, hadst thou been alive, to have shared it, with me.. I thought, by the accent, it had been an apostrophe to his child; but 'twas to his ass, and to the very ass we had seen dead in the road, which had occasioned La Fleur's misadventure. The man seemed to lament it much; and it instantly brought into my mind Sancho's lamentations for his; but he dit it with more true touches of nature. The mourner was sitting on a stone bench at the door, with the ass's pannel and its bridle on one side, which he took up from time to time — then laid them down -look'd at them, and shook his head. He then took his crust of bread out of his wallet again, as if to eat it; held it some time in bis hand then laid it upon the bit of his ass's bridle look'd wistfully at the little arrangement he had made and then gave a sigh. The simplicity of his grief drew numbers about him, and La Fleur amongst the rest, whilst the horses were getting ready: as I continued sitting in the ost chaise, I could see and hear over their heads. He said he had come last from Spain, where he had been from the furthest borders of Franco nia; and had got so far on his return home, when his ass died. Every one seem'd desirous to know what business could have taken so old and poor a man so far a journey from his own home. It had pleased heaven, he said, to bless him with three sons, the finest lads in all Germany; but having in one week lost two of the eldest of them by the small-pox, and the youngest falling ill of the same distemper, he was afraid of being bereft of them all; and made a vow, if heaven would not take him from him also, he would go in gratitude to St. Jago in Spain. When the mourner got thus far on his story, he stopped to pay nature his tribute - and wept bitterly. He said, heaven had accepted the conditions, and that he had set out from his cottage with this poor creature, who had been a patient partner of his journey that it had eat the same bread with him all the way, and was unto him as a friend. Every body, who stood about, heard the poor fellow with concern. La Fleur offer'd him money the mourner said he did not want it it was not the value of the ass - but the loss of him. The ass, he said, he was assured, loved him and upon this told them a long story of a mischance upon their passage over the Pyrenean mountains, which had separated them from each other three days; during which time the ass had sought him as much as he had sought the ass. and that they had scarce either eat or drank till they met. - but Thou hast one comfort, friend, said I, at least in the loss of thy poor beast; I'm sure thou hast been a merciful master to him. Alas! said the mourner I thought so, when he was alive now that he is dead. I think otherwise I fear the weight of myself and of my afflictions together, have been too much for him - they have shortened the poor creature's days and I fear I have them to answer for. Shame on the world! said I to myself. Did we but love each other as this poor soul loved his ass- 'twould be something, NAMPONT. THE POSTILLION. The concern which the poor fellow's story threw me into required some attention; the postillion paid not the least to it, but set off upon the pavé in a full gallop. The thirstiest soul in the most sandy desert of Arabia could not have wished more for a cup of cold water, than mine did for grave and quiet movements, and I should have had an high opinion of the postillion, had he but stolen off with me in something like a pensive pace. On the contrary, as the mourner finished his lamentation, the fellow gave an unfeeling lash to each of his beasts, and set off clattering like a thousand devils. I called to him as loud as I could, for heaven's sake to go slower and the louder I called, the more unmercifully he galloped. · The deuce take him and his galloping too said I he'll go on tearing my nerves to pieces, till he has worked me into a foolish passion, and then he ll go slow, that may enjoy the sweets of it. The postillion managed the point to a miracle: by the time he had got to the foot of a steep hill, about half a league from Nampont, he had put me out of temper with him and then with myself for being so. - My case then required a different treatment; and a good rattling gallop would have been of real service to me. Then, prithee, get on said I. get on, my good lad, The postillion pointed to the hill I then tried to return back to the story of the poor German and his ass but I had broke the clue could no more get into it again, than the postillion could into a trot. and The deuce go, said I, with it all! Here am I sitting, as candidly disposed to make the best of the worst as ever wight was, and all runs counter. There is one sweet lenitive at least for evils which Nature holds out to us: so I took it kindly at her hands, and fell asleep; and the first word which roused me was Amiens. |