d'aubaine;*-my shirts, and black pair of silk breeches, portmanteau and all, must have gone to the King of France:—even the little picture which I have so long worn, and so often have told thee, Eliza, I would carry with me into my grave, would have been torn from my neck! Ungenerous! to seize upon the wreck of an unwary passenger, whom your subjects had beckon'd to their coast-By Heaven! Sire, it is not well done; and much does it grieve me, 'tis the monarch of a people so civilized and courteous, and so renowned for sentiment and fine feelings, that I have to reason with

But I have scarce set foot in your

dominions.

* All the effects of strangers (Swiss and Scots excepted) dying in France are seized by virtue of this law, though the heir be upon the spot; the profit of these contingencies being farmed, there is no redress.

Calais

WHEN I had finished 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 cheek, more warm 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 this 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 uncompressed, 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 'twould have confounded the most physical precieuse in France: with all her materialism, she could scarce have called me a machine.

I am 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 finished the treaty with myself.

-Now, was I a King of France, cried I—what a moment for an orphan to have begged his father's portmanteau of me!