of it, sometimes recollect it was the peaceoffering of a man who once used yoù unkindly, but not from his heart.

The poor monk blushed as red as scarlet. Mon Dieu! said he, pressing his hands together-you never used me unkindly. I should think, said the lady, he is not likely I blushed in my turn; but from what movements, I leave to the few who feel, to analyse-Excuse me, Madame, replied I-I treated him most unkindly; and from no provocations-'Tis impossible, said the lady.- My God! cried the monk, with a warmth of asseveration which seemed not to belong to him the fault was in me, and in the indiscretion of my zeal the lady opposed it, and I joined with her in maintaining it was impossible, that a spirit so regulated as his, could give offence to any.

I knew not that contention could be rendered so sweet and pleasurable a thing to the nerves as I then felt it. We re

mained silent, without any sensation of that foolish pain which takes place, when in such a circle you look for ten minutes in one another's faces without saying a word. Whilst this lasted, the monk rubbed his horn box upon the sleeve of his tunic; and as soon as it had acquired a little air of brightness by the friction-he made a low bow, and said, 'twas too late to say whether it was the weakness or goodness of our tempers which had involved us in this contest-but be it as it would he begged we might exchange boxes-In saying this, he presented his to me with one hand, as he took mine from me in the other; and having kissed it-with a stream of good nature in his eyes he put it into his bosom-and took his leave.

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I guard this box, as I would the instrumental parts of my religion, to help my mind on to something better: in truth, I seldom go abroad without it; and oft

and many a time have I called up by it the courteous spirit of its owner to regulate my own, in the justlings of the world: they had found full employment for his, as I learn from his story, till about the forty-fifth year of his age, when upon some military services ill-requited, and meeting at the same time with a disappointment in the tenderest of passions, he abandoned the sword and the sex together, and took sanctuary, not so much in his convent as in himself.

I feel a damp upon my spirits, as I am going to add, that in my last return through Calais, upon enquiring after Fa ther Lorenzo, I heard he had been dead near three months, and was buried, not in his convent, but according to his desire, in a little cemetery belonging to it, about two leagues off: I had a strong desire to see where they had laid him-when, upon pulling out his little horn box, as I sat by his grave, and plucking up a nettle or

two at the head of it, which had no business to grow there, they all struck together so forcibly upon my affections that I burst into a flood of tears-but I am as weak as a woman: and I beg the world not to smile, but to pity me.

THE REMISE DOOR.

I

CALAIS.

HAD never quitted the lady's hand all this time; and had held it so long, that it would have been indecent to have let it go, without first pressing it to my lips: the blood and spirits, which had suffered a revulsion from her, crowded back to her, as I did it.

Now the two travellers who had spoke to me in the coach yard, happening at this crisis to be passing by, and observing our