IN THE STREET.

CALAIS.

IT must needs be a hoftile kind of a world, when the buyer (if it be but of a forry post-chaife) cannot go forth with the feller thereof into the street to terminate the difference betwixt them, but he instantly falls into the fame frame of mind, and views his conventionist with the fame fort of eye, as if he was going along with him to Hyde-park corner to fight a duel. For my own part, being but a poor fword's-man, and no way a match for Monfieur Deffein, I felt the rotation of all the movements within me, to which the situation is incid

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I looked at Monfieur Deffein through and through - ey'd him as he walk'd along in profile then, en face - thought he look'd like a Jew then a Turk disliked his wig wished him at the devil

my gods

cursed him by

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- And is all this to be lighted up in the heart for a beggarly account of three or four louisd'or, which is the most I can be overreach'd in? paffion! faid I, turning myself about, as a man naturally does upon a sudden reverse of sentimentbase ungentle paffion! thy hand is against every man, and every man's hand against thee Heaven forbid! faid she, raising her hand up to her forehead, for I had turned full in front upon the lady whom I had seen in conference with the monk - she had followed us unperceived - Heaven

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forbid indeed! faid I, offering her my own - she had a black pair of filk gloves open only at the thumb and two fore-fingers, fo accepted it without` and I led her up to the door of the Re

referve

mife.

Monfieur Deffein had diabled the key above fifty times before he found out he had come with a wrong one in his hand: we were as impatient as himself to have it opened; and so attentive to the obstacle, that I continued holding her hand almost without knowing it; so that Monfieur Dessein left us together with her hand in mine, and with our faces turned towards the door of the Remise, and faid he would be back in five minutes.

Now a colloquy of five minutes, in such a fituation, is worth one of as many ages, with your faces turned towards the street: in the latter cafe, 'tis drawn from the objects and occurrences without when your eyes are fixed upon a dead blank you draw purely from yourselves. A filence of a fingle moment upon Monf. Deffein's leaving us, had been fatal to the fituation she had infallibly turned about fo I

begun the conversation instantly

-But what were the temptations, (as I write not to apologize for the weaknesses of my heart in this tour, - but to give an account of them) shall be described with the same simplicity, with which I felt them.

THE REMISE DOOR.

CALAIS.

WHEN I told the reader that I did not care to get out of the Desobligeant, because I faw the monk in close conference with a lady just arrived at the inn I told him the truth; but I did not tell him the whole truth; for I was full as much restrained by the appearance and figure of the lady he was talking to. Sufpicion crossed my brain, and faid, he was telling her what had passed, fomething jarred upon it within me - I wished him at his convent.

When the heart flies out before the understanding, it saves the judgment a world of pains-I was certain she was of a better order of beings-however, I thought no more of her, but went on and wrote my preface.

The impreffion returned, upon my encounter with her in the street; a guarded frankness with which she gave me her hand, shewed, I thought, her good education and her good sense; and as I led her on, I felt a pleasurable ductility about her, which spread a calmness over all my spirits

- Good God! how a man might lead such a creature as this round the world with him!

I had not yet seen her face-'twas not material; for the drawing was instantly set about, and long before we had got to the door of the Remise, Fancy had finish'd the whole head, and pleased herself as much with its fitting her goddess, as if she had dived into the TIBER for it - but thou art a feduced, and a seducing slut; and albeit thou cheatest us seven times a day with thy pictures and images, yet with so many charms dost thou do it, and thou deckest out thy pictures in the shapes of fo many angels of light, 'tis a shame to break with thee.

When we had got to the door of the Remife, she withdrew her hand from across her forehead, and let me fee the original - it was a face of about fix and twenty-of a clear transparent brown, simply set off without rouge or powder- it was not critically handfome, but there was that in it, which, in the frame of mind I was in, attached me much more to it - it was interesting; I fancied it wore the characters of a widow'd look, and in that state of its declenfion, which had passed the two first paroxyfms of forrow, and was quietly beginning to reconcile itself to its lofs - but thousand other distresses might have traced the same lines; I wish'd to know what they had beenand was ready to inquire, (had the fame bon ton of conversation permitted, as in the days of Efdras) » What aileth thee? and why art thou disquieted? and why is thy understanding troubled?" - In a word, I felt benevolence for her; and refolv'd some way or other to throw in my mite of courtesy - if not of service.

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Such were my temptations -- and in this difpofition to give way to them, was I left alone with the lady with her hand in mine, and with our faces both turned closer to the door of the Remise than what was absolutely necessary、

THE REMISE DOOR.

CALAIS.

THIS certainly, fair lady! said I, raising her

hand up a little lightly as I began, must be one of Fortune's whimsical doings: to take two utter strangers by their hands-of different sexes, and perhaps from different corners of the globe, and in one moment place them together in such a cordial situation as Friendship herself could scarce have atchieved for them, had she projected it for a month

-And your reflection upon it, shews how much, Monfieur, she has embarrafssed you by the adventure

When the situation is what we would wish, nothing is so ill-timed as to hint at the circumstances which make it so: you thank Fortune, continued she-you had reason - the heart knew it, and was satisfied; and who but an English philofopher would have sent notice of it to the brain to reverfe the judgment?