consider how I should undo the ill impressions which the poor monk's story, in case he had told it her, must have planted in her breast against me.

THE

CALAIS.

HE good old monk was within six paces of us, as the idea of him crossed my mind; and was advancing towards us a little out of the line, as if uncertain. whether he should break in upon us or no. He stopped, however, as soon as he came up to us, with a world of frankness; and having a horn snuff-box in his hand, he presented it open to me-You shall taste mine-said I, pulling out my box (which was a small tortoise one) and putting it into his hand-'Tis most excellent, said the monk:-Then do me the favour, I replied, to accept of the box and all; and when you take a pinch out