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SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY,

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HEY order, faid I, this matter better in France

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-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 myfelf, that one and twenty miles failing, for 'tis abfolutely no further from Dover to Calais, fhould give a man these rights-I'll look into them: fo giving up the argument I went ftraight to my lodgings, put up half a dozen fhirts 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 fta

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ge; and the packet, failing at nine the next morning-by three I had got fat down to my dinner upon a fricaffee'd chicken fo incontestably in France, that had I died that night of an indigeftion, the whole world could not have fufpended the ef fects of the Droits d'Aubaine - my fhirts, and black pair of filk breechesportmanteau and all must 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 into my grave, would have been torn from my neck.-Ungenerous! -to feize upon the wreck of an

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*All the effects of ftrangers (Swifs and Scotch excepted) dying in France, are feized by virtue of this law, tho' the heir be upon the fpot-the profit of thefe contingencies being farm'd, there is no redrefs.

unwary passenger, whom your fubjects had beckon'd to their coaft-by heaven! SIRE, it is not well done; and much does it grieve me, 'tis the monarch of a people fo civilized and courteous, and fo renown'd for fentiment and fine feelings, that I have to reason, with- dasub ban

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WHEN I had finifh'd my dinner.

and drank the King of France's health, to fatisfy my mind that I bore him no fpleen, but, on the contrary, high honour for the humanity of his temper-I rofe up an inch taller for the accommodation.

-No-faid I-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 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 fuch as I had been drinking) could have produced.

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Juft God! faid I, kicking my portmanteau afide, what is there in this world's goods which fhould' fharpen our fpirits, and make fo many kind-hearted brethren of us, fall out fo 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 uncomprefs'd, looks round him, as if he fought for an object to fhare it with-In doing this, I felt every veffel in my frame dilate the arteries beat all chearily together, and every power which fuftained life, perform'd it with fo little friction, that 'twould have confounded the moft phyfical precieufe in France: with all her materialifin, fhe could fcarce have called me a machine

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