contrary, as the mourner finished his lamentation, the fellow gave an unfeeling lash to each of his beafts, and fet off clattering like a thousand devils.

I called to him as loud as I could, for heaven's fake to go flower-and the louder I called, the more unmercifully he galloped.-The deuce take him and his galloping too-faid Ihe'll go on tearing my nerves to pieces till he has worked me into a foolish paffion, and then he'll go flow, that I may enjoy the fweets of it.

The poftillion managed the point to a miracle: by the time he had got

to

to the foot of a steep hill about half a league from Nampont, he had put me out of temper with him— and then with myself, for being fo.

My cafe then required a different treatment; and a good rattling gallop would have been of real fervice

to me

Then, prithee, get on-get on, my good lad, faid I.

The poftillion pointed to the hill -I then tried to return back to the ftory of the poor German and hist afs-but I had broke the clue-and could no more get into it again, than the poftillion could into a

trot.

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-The deuce go, faid I, with it all! Here am I fitting as candidly difpofed to make the best of the

worft, as ever wight was, and all

runs counter.

There is one fweet lenitive at leaft for evils, which Nature holds out to us: fo I took it kindly at her hands, and fell asleep; and the first word which roufed me was Amiens.

-Blefs me! faid I, rubbing my eyes-this is the very town where my poor lady is come.

AMIEN S.

HE words were scarce out of

TH

my mouth, when the Count de L***'s post-chaise, with his fifter in it, drove haftily by: fhe had just time to make me a bow of recognition-and of that particular kind of it, which told me she had not yet done with me. She was as good as her look; for, before I had quite finished my fupper, her brother's fervant came into the room with a billet, in which he said she had taken the liberty to charge me with a letter, which I was to present myfelf to Madame R*** the first

morning I had nothing to do at Paris. There was only added, fhe was forry, but from what penchant fhe had not confidered, that he had been prevented telling me her ftory-that she still owed itme; and if my route should ever lay through Bruffels, and I had not by then forgot the name of Madame de L***-that Madame de L*** would be glad to discharge her obligation.

Then I will meet thee, faid I, fair fpirit! at Bruffels-'tis only returning from Italy through Germany to Holland, by the route of Flanders, home 'twill scarce be ten pofts out of my way; but were it ten thoufand! with what a moral delight will