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 abfolutely no further from Dover to Calais, fhould give a man these rights fo giving up the -I'll look into them: argument — I went ftraight to my lodgings, put up half a dozen of shirts and a black pair of filk breeches-" the coat I have on, faid I, "looking at the fleeve, will do" took a place in the Dover ftage; and the pacquet failing at nine the next morningby three I had got fat 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 fufpended the effects of the Droits d'abaine*. my fhirts, and black pair of filk breeches-portmanteau and all muft have gone to the king of France-even the little picture which I have fo long worn, and fo often have told thee, Eliza, I would carry with me to my grave, would have been torn from my * All the effects of ftrangers (Swifs and Scots excepted) dying in France, are feized by virtue of this law, though the heir be upon the fpot-the profit of thefe contingencies being farmed there is no redrefs. my neck.Ungenerous!-to seize: upon the wreck of an unwary paffenger, whom your fubjects had beckoned to their coaft- by heaven! SIRE, it is. not well done; and much does it grieve me, 'tis the monarch of a people to civilized and courteous, and fo renown'd for fentiment and fine feelings, that I have to reafon with BUT I have fcarce set foot in your do, minions A 3 CALAIS.. CALA I S.. HEN I had finished my din WH ner, and drank the king of France's health, to fatisfy my mind that. I bore him no fpleen, but, on the con trary, high honour for the humanity of his temper-I rose up an inch taller for the accommodation. No-faid T-the Bourbon is by no means a cruel race: they may be mifled like other people: but there is a mildness in their blood. As Tacknowledged 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. -JUST |