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HEN I had finish'd 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 mildness in their blood. As I acknowledged this, I felt a suffusion of a finer kind upon my cheekwarm and friendly to man, than what Burgundy (at least of two livres a bottle, which was such as I had been drinking) could have produced.
-Just God! said I, kicking my portmanteau aside, what is there in the 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 uncompress'd, 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 it with so little friction, that 't would have confounded the most physical précieuse in 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 finish'd the treaty with myself.—
Now, was I a King of France, cried Iwhat a moment for an orphan to have begg'd his father's portmanteau of me!
HAD scarce utter'd 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—'t would 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 had an affair with the moon, in which their 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 predetermined not to
give him a single sou; and accordingly I put my purse into my pocket-button'd it upset myself a little more upon my center, 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.
The monk, as I judg'd from the break in his tonsure, a few scatter'd white hairs upon his temples being all that remained of it, might be about seventy-but from his eyes, and that sort of fire which was in them, which seem'd more temper❜d by courtesy than years, could be no more than sixty-truth might lie between - he was certainly sixty-five; and the general air of his countenance, notwithstanding something seem'd to have been planting wrinkles in it before their time, agreed to the
It was one of those heads which Guido has often painted-mild, pale-penetrating, free from all commonplace ideas of fat contented ignorance looking downwards upon the earthit look'd forwards; but look'd, as if it look'd at something beyond this world. How one of his order came by it, heaven above, who let it fall upon a monk's shoulders, best knows; but it
would have suited a Brahmin, and had I met it upon the plains of Indostan, I had reverenced it.
The rest of his outline may be given in a few strokes; one might put it into the hands of any one to design, for 't was neither elegant or otherwise, but as character and expression made it so it was a thin, spare form, something above the common size, if it lost not the distinction by a bend forwards in the figure— but it was the attitude of entreaty; and as it now stands presented to my imagination, it gain'd more than it lost by it.
When he had enter'd the room three paces, he stood still; and laying his left hand upon his breast (a slender white staff with which he journey'd being in his right)—when I had got close up to him, he introduced himself with the little story of the wants of his convent, and the poverty of his order-and did it with so simple a grace—and such an air of deprecation was there in the whole cast of his look and figure-I was bewitch'd not to have been struck with it.—
-A better reason was, I had predetermined not to give him a single sou.