THE good old monk was within six paces of us us as the idea of him crossed my mind; and was advancing towards us a little out of the line, as if uncertain whether he should break in upon us or no. He stopped, however, as soon as he came up to us, with a world of frankness, and, having a horn snuff-box in his hand, he presented it open to me. You shall taste mine, said I, pulling out my box (which was a small tortoise one) and putting it into his hand. 'Tis most excellent,