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HEY order, said I, this

matter better in France

You have been in France? faid 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 failing, for 'tis absolutely no further from Dover to Calais, should give a man these rights I'll look into them: fo giving up the argument I went fraight to my lodgings, put up half a


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dozen of shirts and a black pair of silk breeches—“the coat I have on, said I,

I “ looking at the sleeve, will do"-took

. a place in the Dover stage; and the pacquet failing at nine the next morningby three I had got sat down to my dinner upon a fricaffee'd chicken fo inconteftibly in France, that had I died that night of an indigeftion, the whole world could not have suspended the effects of the Droits d'abaine*. black pair of filk 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 to my grave, would have been torn from


my shirts, and

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-he profit of these contingencies being farmed there is no redress,

my neck. --Ungenerous !-to seize: upon the wreck of an unwary pafsenger, whom your subjects had beckoned to their coast. by heaven! Sire, it is not well done; and much does it grieve me, 'tis the monarch of a people io civilized and courteous, and so renown'd for sentiment and fine feelings, that I have to reason with

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But I have scarce set foot in your dominions

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HEN I had finished my dina.

ner, and drank the king of France's health, to fatisfy 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-faid Ithe Bourbon is by no means a cruel race: they may

be misled like other people:: but there isa mildness in their bloodi As I acknowledged this, I felt a fuffufion 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


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