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black pair of silk breeches-" The coat I "have on," said I, looking at the sleeve, " will do❞—took a place in the Dover stage and the packet sailing at nine the next morning-by three I had got sat down to my dinner upon a fricasee'd chicken, so incontestibly in France, that had I died that night of an indigestion, the whole world could not have suspended the effects of the Droits d'aubane*
-my shirts, and black pair of silk breeches -portmanteau 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 beckoned
* All the effects of strangers (Swiss and Scotch excepted) dying in France, were feized by virtue of this law, though the heir was upon the spot---the profit of these contingencies being farmed there was no redress.
to their coast-by heaven! SIRE, it is not well done; and much it does 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 dominions.
WHEN I had finished 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 the humanity of his temper-I rose up an inch taller for the accommodation.
-No-said I-the Bourbon is by no means a cruel race: they may be misled, like other people; but there is a mildnes. 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 fuch 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 uncompressed, 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 cheerily together, and every power which sustained life, performed 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
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 finished the treaty with myself-Now, was I a King of France, cried I--what a moment for an orphan to have begged his father's portmanteau of
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 be generous, as another man is puissant―sed 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 'twould 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 an "affair with the moon, in which there
was neither sin 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 pre-determined not to give him a single sous, and accordingly I put my purse in my pocket -buttoned it up-set myself a little more upon my centre, and advanced up gravely to him; there was something, 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.