A Sentimental Journey through France and Italy -THEY order, said I, this matter better in France. -You have been in France? said my gentleman, turning quick upon me with the most civil triumph in the world-Strange! quoth I, debating the matter with myself, that one-and-twenty miles' sailing, for 'tis absolutely no further from Dover to Calais, should give a man these rights:-I'll look into them: so, giving up the argument, —I went straight to my lodgings, put up half-a-dozen shirts and a black pair of silk breeches;-" the coat I have on," said I, looking at the sleeve, "will do;"—took a place in the Dover stage, and, the packet sailing at nine the next morning, -by three I had got sat down to my dinner upon a fricassee'd chicken, so incontestably in France that, had I died that night of an indigestion, the whole world could not have suspended the efforts of the Droits |