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-There wants nothing, said I, to make it so, but the comic use which the gallantry of a Frenchman would put it to-to make love the first moment, and an offer of his person the second.

'Tis their fort, replied the lady.

It is supposed so at least-and how it has come to pass, continued I, I know not: but they have certainly got the credit of understanding more of love, and making it better than any other nation upon earth; but for my own part, I think them errant bunglers, and in truth the worst set of marksmen that ever tried Cupid's patience.

-To think of making love by sentiments ! I should as soon think of making a genteel suit of cloaths out of remnants :-and to do it-pop at first sight by declaration is submitting the offer and themselves with it, to be sifted with all their pours and contres, by an unheated mind.

The lady attended as if she expected I should

go on.

Consider then, madam, continued I, laying my hand upon her's

That grave people hate Love for the name's


That selfish people hate it for their own
Hypocrites for heaven's-

And that all of us, both old and young,

being ten times worse frighten'd than hurt by the very report

-What a want of knowledge in this branch of commerce a man betrays, who ever lets the word come out of his lips, till an hour or two at least after the time that his silence upon it becomes tormenting. A course of small, quiet attentions, not so pointed as to alarm-nor so vague as to be misunderstood -with now and then a look of kindness, and little or nothing said upon it leaves nature for your mistress, and she fashions it to her mind

Then I solemnly declare, said the lady, blushing—you have been making love to me all this while.




ONSIEUR Dessein came back to let us out of the chaise, and acquaint the lady, Count de L her brother, was just arrived at the hotel. Though I had infinite good-will for the lady, I cannot say, that I rejoiced in my heart at the event and could not help telling her so-for it is fatal to a proposal, Madam, said I, that I was going to make to you—

You need not tell me what the proposal was, said she, laying her hand upon both mine, as she interrupted me.-A man, my good Sir, has seldom an offer of kindness to make to a woman, but she has a presentiment of it some moments before

Nature arms her with it, said I, for immediate preservation—But I think, said she, looking in my face, I had no evil to apprehend—and to deal frankly with you, had determined to accept it.—If I had(she stopped a moment)—-I believe your good-will would have drawn a story from me, which would have made pity the only dangerous thing in the journey.

In saying this, she suffered me to kiss her hand twice, and with a look of sensibility mixed with a concern, she got out of the chaise- -and bid adieu.



Ipeditiously in

NEVER finished a twelve-guinea bargain so expeditiously in my life: my time seemed heavy upon the loss of the lady, and knowing every moment of it would be as two, till I put myself into motion-I ordered post-horses directly, and walked towards the hotel.

Lord! said I, hearing the town-clock strike four, and recollecting that I had been little more than a single hour in Calais

What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life, by him who interests his heart in every thing, and who, having eyes to see what time and chance are perpetually holding out to him as he journeyeth on his way, misses nothing he can fairly lay his hands



-If this won't turn out something—another -no matter-'tis an assay upon human nature I get my labour for my pains-'tis enoughthe pleasure of the experiment has kept my senses and the best part of my blood awake, and laid the gross to sleep.

I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren—and so it is; and so is all the world to him, who will not cultivate the fruits it offers. I declare, said I, clapping my hands cheerily together, that was I in a desert, I would find out wherewith in it to call forth my affections-If I could not do better, I would fasten them upon some sweet myrtle, or seek some melancholy cypress to connect myself to-I would court their shade, and greet them kindly for their protection -I would cut my name upon them, and swear

they were the loveliest trees throughout the desert : if their leaves wither'd, I would teach myself to mourn, and when they rejoiced, I would rejoice along with them.

The learned SMELFUNGUS travelled from Boulogne to Paris-from Paris to Rome and so on—but he set out with the spleen and jaundice, and every object he pass'd by was discoloured or distorted-He wrote an account of them, but 'twas nothing but the account of his miserable feelings.

I met Smelfungus in the grand portico of the pantheon-he was just coming out of it-Tis nothing but a huge cockpit,' said he—I wish you had said nothing worse of the Venus of Medicis, replied I-for in passing through Florence, I had heard he had fallen foul upon the goddess, and used her worse than a common strumpet, without the least provocation in nature.

I popp'd upon Smelfungus again at Turin, in his return home; and a sad tale of sorrowful adventures he had to tell, "wherein he spoke of moving accidents by flood and field, and of the cannibals which each other eat the Anthropophagi he had been flay'd alive, and bedevil'd, and used worse than St. Bartholomew, at every stage he had


come at

1 Vide S's Travels.

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