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edge, or foreign improvements, especially if he lives in a country that has no absolute want of eitherand indeed, much grief of heart has it oft and many a time cost me, when I have observed how many a foul step the inquisitive traveller has measured to see sights and look into discoveries; all which, as Sancho Panca said to Don Quixote, they might have seen dry-shod at home. It is an age so full of light, that there is scarce a country or corne of Europe whose beams are not crossed and interchanged with others-knowledge in most of its branches, and in most affairs, is like music in an Italian street, whereof those may partake who pay nothing but there is no nation under heaven-and God is my record (before whose tribunal I must one day come and give an account of this work -that do not speak it vauntingly-but there is no nation under heaven abounding with more variety of learning-where the sciences may be more fitly wooed, or more surely won, than here-where art is encouraged, and will soon rise high-where Nature (take her altogether) has so little to answer for-and, to close all, where there is more wit and variety of character to feed the mind with-Where then, my dear countrymen, are you going?

We are only looking at this chaise, said they— Your most obedient servant, said I, skipping out of it, and pulling off my hat-We were wondering, said one of them, who I found, was an inquisitive traveller-what could occasion its motion-'Twas the agitation, said I, coolly, of writing a PrefaceI never heard, said the other, who was a simple traveller, of a Prefac wrote in a desobligeant-It' would have been better, said I, in a vis-a-vis.

-As an Englishman does not travel to see Englishmen, I retired to my room.

CALAIS.

I PERCEIVED that something darkened the passage more than myself, as I stepped along it to my room; i was effectually Mons. Dessein, the master of the hotel, who had just returned from vespers, and with his hat under his arm was most complaisantly following me, to put me in mind of my wants. I had wrote myself pretty well out of conceit with the desobligeant: and Monsieur Dessein speaking of it, with a shrug, as if it would no ways suit me, it immediately struck my fancy, that it belonged to some innocent traveller, who, on his return home, had left it to Mons. Dessein's honour to make the most of. Four months had elapsed since it had finished its career of Europe in the corner of Mons. Dessein's, coach yard; and having sallied out from thence but a vampt-up business at the first, though it had been twice taken to pieces on Mount Sennis, it had not profited much by its adventures-but by none so little as the standing so many month's unpitied in the corner of Mons. Dessein's coach-yard. Much indeed was not to be said for it but something might-and when a few words will rescue misery out of her distress, I hate the man who can be a churl of them.

-Now, was I the master of this hotel, said I, laying the point of my fore-finger on Mons. Des sein's breast I would inevitably make a point of getting rid of this unfortunate desobligeant-it stands swinging reproaches at you every time you pass by it

Mon Dieu! said Mons. Dessein-I have no interest-Except the interest, said I, which men of a certain turn of mind take, Mons. Dessein, in their own sensations-I'm persuaded, to a man who feels for others as well as for himself, every rainy night, disguise it as you will, must cast a damp upon your spirits-You suffer, Mons. Dessein, as much as the machine

I have always observed, when there is as much sour as sweet in a compliment, that an Englishman is eternally at a loss within himself, whether to take it, or let it alone: a Frenchman never is: Mons. Dessein made me a bow.

C'est bien vrai, said he-But in this case I should only exchange one disquietude for another, and with loss figure to yourself, my dear Sir, that in giving you a chaise which would fall to pieces before you had got half way to Paris-figure to yourself how much I should suffer, in giving an ill impression of myself to a man of honour, and lying at the mercy, as I must do, d'un homme d'esprit.

The dose was made up exactly after my own prescription: so I could not help taking it-and returning Mons. Dessein his bow, without more casuistry, we walked together towards his Remise, to take a view of his magazine of chaises.

IN THE STREET.

CALAIS.

IT must needs be a hostile kind of a world, when the buyer (if it be but of a sorry post-chaise) cannot go forth with the seller thereof into the street, to terminate the difference betwixt them, but he

instantly falls into the same frame of mind, and views his conventionist with the same sort of eye, as if he was going along with him to Hydeparkcorner to fight a duel. For my own part, being but a poor swordsman, and no way a match for Mons. Dessein, I felt the rotation of all the movements within me, to which the situation is incident -I looked at Mons. Dessein through and through, eyed him as he walked along in profile-then en face-thought he looked like a Jew-then a Turk disliked his wig-cursed him by my gods-wished him at the devil

-And is all this to be lighted up in the heart for a beggarly account of three or four louis d'ors, which is the most I can be over-reached in? Base passion, said I, turning my self about, as a man naturally does upon a sudden reverse of sentiment -base, ungentle passion!-thy hand is against every man, and every man's hand against theeHeaven forbid! said 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 forbid, indeed! said I, offering her my own-she had a black pair of silk gloves, open only at the thumb and two fore fingers, so accepted without reserve -and I led her up to the door of the remise.

Monsieur Dessein had diabled the key above fifty times before he had 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 Monsieur Dessein left us together, with her hand in mine, and our faces

turned towards the door of the remise, and said he would be back in five minutes.

Now a colloquy of five minutes, in such a situation, is worth one of as many ages, with your faces turned towards the street. In the latter case, 'tis drawn from the objects and occurrences withoutwhen your eyes are fixed upon a dead blank-you draw purely from yourselves. A silence of a single moment, upon Mons. Dessein's leaving us, had been fatal to the situation-she had infallibly turned about— t-so I began the conversation instantly

-But what were the temptations (as I write not to apoligize for weakness of my heart in this tourbut 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 saw 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. Suspicion crossed my brain, and said, he was telling her what had passed; something jarred upon it within me—I wished him at his convent.

When the heart flies out before the understanding, its 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.

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