commerce a man betrays whoever lets the word come out of his lips till an hour or two, at least, after the time that his silence upon it becomes tormenting. A course of small, quiet attentions, not so pointed as to alarm-nor so vague as to be misunderstood-with now and then a look of kindness, and little or nothing said upon it-leaves Nature for your mistress, and she fashions it to her mind— Then I solemnly declare, said the lady, blushing -you have been making love to me all this while. 4 THE REMISE. CALAIS. MONSIEUR Dessein came back to let us out of the chaise, and acquaint the lady the Count de L her brother, was just arrived at the hotel. Though I had infinite good-will for the lady, I cannot say that I rejoiced in my heart at the eventand could not help telling her so-for it is fatal to a proposal, Madam, said I, that I was going to make you. -You need not tell me what the proposal was, said she, laying her hand upon both mine as she interrupted me-A man, my good Sir, has seldom an offer of kindness to make to a woman, but she has a presentiment of it some moments before→ Nature arms her with it, said I, for immediate preservation-But I think, said she, looking in my face, I have no evil to apprehend-and to deal frankly with you, had determined to accept it-if I had (she stopped a moment)—I believe your good will would have drawn a story from me, which would have made Pity the only dangerous thing in the journey. In saying this, she suffered me to kiss her hand twice, and with a look of sensibility mixed with a concern, she got out of the chaise-and bid adieu. IN THE STREET. CALAIS. I NEVER finished a twelve-guinea bargain so expeditiously in my life: my time seemed heavy upon the loss of the lady, and knowing every moment of it would be as two, till I put myself into motion-I ordered post horses directly, and walked towards the hotel. Lord! said I, hearing the town clock strike four, and recollecting that I had been little more than a single hour in Calais -What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life by him who interests his heart in every thing, and who, having eyes to see what Time and Chance are perpetually holding out to him as he journeyeth on his way, misses nothing he can fairly lay his hands on. -If this won't turn out something-another will -no matter-'tis an essay upon human nature-I get my labour for my pains-'tis enough-the pleasure of the experiment has kept my senses, and the best part of my blood awake, and laid the gross to sleep. I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren--and so it is; and so is all the world to him, who will not cultivate the fruits it offers. I declare, said I, clapping my hands cheerily together, that was I in a desert, I would find out wherewith in it to call forth my affections-If I could not do better, I would fasten them upon some sweet myrtle, or seek some melancholy cypress to connect myself to-I would court their shade, and greet them kindly for their protection--I would cut my name upon them, and swear they were the loveliest trees throughout the desert: if their leaves withered, I would teach myself to mourn, and when they rejoiced, I would rejoice along with them. The learned Smelfungus travelled from Boulogne to Paris-from Paris to Rome-and so onbut he set out with the spleen and jaundice, and every object he passed by was discoloured or distorted-He wrote an account of them, but 'twas nothing but the account of his miserable feelings... I met Smelfungus in the grand portico of the Pantheon-he was just coming out of it-'Tis nothing but a huge cock-pit *, said he—I wish you had said nothing worse of the Venus de Medicis, replied I-for in passing through Florence, I heard he had fallen foul upon the goddess, and used her worse than a common strumpet, without the least provocation in nature. I popped upon Smelfungus again at Turin, in his return home; and a sad tale of sorrowful adventures had he to tell, wherein he spoke of "moving accidents by flood and field, and of the cannibals which each other eat: the Anthropophagi"-he had been flayed alive, and bedeviled, and used worse than St. Bartholomew, at every stage he had come atI'll tell it, cried Smelfungus, to the world.-You had better tell it, said I, to your physician. Mundungus, with an immense fortune, made the whole tour; going on from Rome to Naples-from Naples to Venice-from Venice to Vienna-to Dresden, to Berlin, without one generous connection or pleasureable anecdote to tell of; but he had travelled straight on, looking neither to his right hand or his left, lest Love or Pity should seduce him out of his road. Peace be to them! if it is to be found; but heaven itself, was it possible to get there with such tempers, would want objects to give it—every Vide S- 's Travels. E ADIES gentle spirit would come flying upon the wings of Love to hail their arrival-Nothing would the souls of Smelfungus and Mundungus hear of, but fresh anthems of joy, fresh raptures of love, and fresh congratulations of their common felicity--I heartily pity them they have brought up no faculties for this work; and was the happiest mansion in heaven to be allotted to Smelfungus and Mundungus, they, would be so far from being happy, that the souls of Smelfungus and Mundungus would do penance chere to all eternity. MONTRIUL. I HAD once lost my portmanteau from behind my chaise, and twice got out in the rain, and one of the times up to the knees in dirt, to help the postilion to tie it on, without being able to find out what was wanting-Nor was it till I got to Montriul, upon the landlord's asking me if I wanted not a servant, that it occurred to me that that was the very thing. A servant! That I do most sadly, quoth I-Because, Monsieur, said the landlord, there is a clever young fellow, who would be very proud of the honour to serve an Englishman-But why an English one, more than any other?-They are so generous, said the landlord-I'll be shot if this is not |