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Source: A Sentimental Journey/ through France and Italy by Laurence Sterne/ Author of "Tristram Shandy," etc./ With a Life of the Author/ By H. D. Traill/ A. L. Burt, Publisher,/ New York [Not Dated, circa 1890].

Compared with critical editions and edited accordingly, this Renascence Editions online edition was prepared by Risa S. Bear at the University of Oregon in March 1995. Copyright © 1995 University of Oregon; distributed for nonprofit uses only.

In 1765 Laurence Sterne travelled through France and Italy as far south as Naples, and after returning determined to describe his travels from a sentimental point of view. The decision was probably come to on account of the success with which he had touched upon his earlier stay in France in Book VII. of Tristram Shandy. what was destined to be the last volume of Tristram Shandy was published in 1767, and the author at once turned his attention to a new project of four volumes describing A Sentimental Journey through France and Italy. By November, despite ill health, the first two volumes were finished, and at the close of the year he left his Coxwold parsonage and visited London to superintend the publication of them. The Sentimental Journey was published on February 27, and on March 18 Laurence Sterne died, having scarce tasted the sweets of success which attended on this his most widely- known work. The year after Sterne's death was published Yorick's Sentimental Journey Continued by Eugenius in two volumes. [note from Burt edition]

HEY order, said I, this matter better in France--You have been in France? said 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 sailing, for 'tis absolutely no further from Dover to Calais, should give a man these rights--I'll look into them: so giving up the argument--I went straight to my lodgings, put up half a dozen shirts and a black pair of silk breeches--'the coat I have on,' said I, looking at the sleeve, 'will do'--took a place in the Dover stage; and the packet sailing at nine the next morning--by three I had got sat down to my dinner upon a fricaseed chicken, so incontestably in France, that had I died that night of an indigestion, the whole world could not have suspended the effects of the Droits d'aubaine*--my shirts, and a pair of silk breeches--portmanteau and all must have gone to the King of France-- even the little picture which I have so long worn, and so often have told thee, Eliza, I would carry with me into my grave, would have been torn from my neck.-- Ungenerous!--to seize upon the wreck of an unwary passenger, whom your subjects had beckon'd to their coast-- by heaven! SIRE, it is not well done; and much does it grieve me, 'tis the monarch of a people so civilized and courteous, and so renowned for sentiment and fine feelings, that I have to reason with--

But I have scarce set foot in your dominions--

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* All the effects of strangers (Swiss and Scotch excepted) dying in France, are seized by virtue of this law, though the heir be upon the spot--the profit of these contingencies being farmed, there is no redress.

Calais

When I had finish'd my dinner, and drank the king of France's health, to satisfy my mind that I bore him no spleen, but, on the contrary, high honor for the humanity of his temper--I rose up an inch taller for the accomodation.

--No--said I--the Bourbon is by no means a cruel race; they may be misled like other people; but there is a mildness in their blood. As I acknowledged this, I felt a suffusion 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 God! said I, kicking my portmanteau aside, what is there in this world's goods which should sharpen our spirits, and make so many kind-hearted brethren of us fall out so cruelly as we do by the way?

When a 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 uncompress'd, looks round him, as if he sought for an object to share it with.--In doing this, I felt every vessel in my frame dilate--the arteries beat all cheerily together, and every power which sustained life, performed it with so little friction, that 'twould have confounded the most physical précieuse in France: with all her materialism, she could scarce have called me a machine--

I'm confident, said I to myself, I should have overset her creed.

The accession of that idea carried nature, at that time, as high as she could go--I was at peace with the world before, and this finish'd the treaty with myself--

Now, was I a King of France, cried I--what a moment for an orphan to have begg'd his father's portmanteau of me!

Calais--The Monk

I had scarce uttered the words, when a poor monk of the order of St. Francis came into the room to beg something for his convent. No man cares to have his virtues the sport of contingencies--or one man may be generous, as another man is puissant-- sed non quo ad hanc-- or be it as it may--for there is no regular reasoning upon the ebbs and flows of our humours; they may depend upon the same causes, for aught I know, which influence the tides themselves--'twould oft be no discredit to us, to suppose it was so: I'm sure at least for myself, that in many a case I should be more highly satisfied, to have it said by the world, 'I had had an affair with the moon, in which there was neither sin nor shame', than have it pass altogether as my own act and deed, wherein there was so much of both.

But be this as it may. The moment I cast my eyes upon him, I was determined not to give him a single sous; and accordingly I put my purse into my pocket--button'd it up--set myself a little more upon my centre, and advanced up gravely to him; there was something, I fear, forbidding in my look: I have his figure this moment before my eyes, and think there was that in it which deserved better.

The monk, as I judged from the break in his tonsure, a few scatter'd white hairs upon his temples being all that remained of it, might be about seventy--but from his eyes, and that sort of fire which was in them, which seemed more temper'd by courtesy than years, could be no more than sixty--Truth might lie between--He was certainly sixty-five; and the general air of his countenance, notwithstanding something seem'd to have been planting wrinkles in it before their time, agreed to the account.

It was one of those heads which Guido has often painted-- mild, pale-- penetrating, free from all commonplace ideas of fat contented ignorance looking downwards upon the earth--it look'd forwards; but look'd, as if it look'd at something beyond this world. How one of his order came by it, heaven above, who let it fall upon a monk's shoulders, best knows; but it would have suited a Bramin, and had I met it upon the plains of Indostan, I had reverenced it.

The rest of his outline may be given in a few strokes; one might put it into the hands of anyone to design, for 'twas neither elegant or otherwise, but as character and expression made it so: it was a thin, spare form, something above the common size, if it lost not the distinction by a bend forward in the figure--but it was the attitude of Entreaty; and as it now stands presented to my imagination, it gain'd more than it lost by it.

When he had entered the room three paces, he stood still; and laying his left hand upon his breast (a slender white staff with which he journey'd being in his right)-- when I had got close up to him, he introduced himself with the little story of the wants of his convent and the poverty of his order--and did it with so simple a grace--and such an air of deprecation was there in the whole cast of his look and figure--I was bewitch'd not to have been struck with it--

--A better reason was, I had predetermined not to give him a single sous.

Calais--The Monk

'Tis very true, said I, replying to a cast upwards with his eyes, with which he had concluded his address--'tis very true- -and heaven be their resource who have no other but the charity of the world, the stock of which, I fear, is no way sufficient for the many great claims which are hourly made upon it.

As I pronounced the words great claims, he gave a slight glance with his eye downwards upon the sleeve of his tunic--I felt the full force of the appeal--I acknowledge it, said I--a coarse habit, and that but once in three years, with meagre diet--are no great matters; and the true point of pity is, as they can be earn'd in the world with so little industry, that your order should wish to procure them by pressing upon a fund which is the property of the lame, the blind, the aged, and the infirm--the captive who lies down counting over and over again the days of his afflictions, languishes also for his share of it; and had you been of the order of mercy, instead of the order of St. Francis, poor as I am, continued I, pointing at my portmanteau, full cheerfully should it have been open'd to you, for the ransom of the unfortunate--The monk made me a bow--but of all others, resumed I, the unfortunate of our own country, surely, have the first rights; and I have left thousands in distress upon our own shore--The monk gave a cordial wave with his head--as much as to say, No doubt, there is misery enough in every corner of the world, as well as within our convent--But we distinguish, said I, laying my hand upon the sleeve of his tunic, in return for his appeal--we distinguish, my good father! betwixt those who wish only to eat the bread of their own labor--and those who eat the bread of other people's, and have no other plan in life, but to get through it in sloth and ignorance, for the love of God.

The poor Franciscan made no reply; a hectic of a moment pass'd across his cheek, but could not tarry--Nature seemed to have done with her resentments in him; he shewed none--but letting his staff fall within his arm, he press'd both his hands with resignation upon his breast, and retired.

Calais--The Monk

My heart smote me the moment he shut the door--Psha! said I, with an air of carelessness, three several times--but it would not do: every ungracious syllable I had utter'd, crowded back into my imagination: I reflected, I had no right over the poor Franciscan, but to deny him; and that the punishment of that was enough to the disappointed, without the addition of unkind language--I considered his grey hairs-- his courteous figure seem'd to re-enter and gently ask me what injury he had done me?--and why I could use him thus?-- I would have given twenty livres for an advocate-- I have behaved very ill, said I within myself; but I have only just set out upon my travels; and shall learn better manners as I get along.

Calais--The Désobligeant

When a man is discontented with himself, it has one advantage however, that it puts him into an excellent frame of mind for making a bargain. Now there being no travelling through France and Italy without a chaise--and nature generally prompting us to the thing we are fittest for, I walk'd out into the coach-yard to buy or hire something of that kind to my purpose: an old Désobligeant* in the furthest corner of the court hit my fancy at first sight, so I instantly got into it, and finding it in tolerable harmony with my feelings, I ordered the waiter to call Monsieur Dessein, the master of the hotel--but Monsieur Dessein being gone to vespers, and not caring to face the Franciscan, whom I saw on the opposite side of the court, in conference with a lady just arrived at the inn- -I drew the taffeta curtain betwixt us, and being determined to write my journey, I took out my pen and ink, and wrote the preface to it in the Désobligeant.

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* A Chaise, so called in France, from its holding but one person.

Preface--In the Désobligeant

It must have been observed by many a peripatetic philosopher, That nature has set up by her own unquestionable authority certain boundaries and fences to circumscribe the discontent of man: she has effected her purpose in the quietest and easiest manner, by laying him under almost insuperable obligations to work out his ease, and to sustain his suffering at home. It is there only that she has provided him with the most suitable objects to partake of his happiness, and bear a part of that burthen, which, in all countries and ages, has ever been too heavy for one pair of shoulders. 'Tis true, we are endued with an imperfect power of spreading our happiness sometimes beyond her limits, but 'tis so ordered, that from the want of languages, connections, and dependencies, and from the difference in educations, customs, and habits, we lie under so many impediments in communicating our sensations out of our own sphere, as often amount to a total impossibility.

It will always follow from hence, that the balance of sentimental commerce is always against the expatriated adventurer: he must buy what he has little occasion for, at their own price--his conversation will seldom be taken in exchange for theirs without a large discount-- and this,by the bye, eternally driving him into the hands of more equitable brokers, for such conversation as he can find, it requires no great spirit of divination to guess at his party--

This brings me to my point; and naturally leads me (if the see-saw of this Désobligeant will but let me get on) into the efficient as well as final causes of travelling--

Your idle people will leave their native country, and go abroad for some reason or reasons which may be derived from one of these general causes--

Infirmity of body,

Imbecility of the mind, or

Inevitable necessity.

The two first include all those who travel by land or by water, labouring with pride, curiosity, vanity, or spleen, subdivided and combined in infinitum. The third class includes the whole army of peregrine martyrs; more especially those travellers who set out upon their travels with the benefit of clergy, either as delinquints travelling under the direction of governors recommended by the magistrate--or young gentlemen transported by the cruelty of parents and guardians, and travelling under the direction of governors recommended by Oxford, Aberdeen, and Glasgow.

There is a fourth class, but their number is so small, that they would not deserve a distinction, was it not necessary in a work of this nature to observe the greatest precision and nicety, to avoid a confusion of character. And these men I speak of, are such as cross the seas and sojourn in a land of strangers, with a view of saving money for various reasons and upon various pretence: but as they might also save themselves and others a great deal of unnecessary trouble by saving their money at home--and as their reasons for travelling are the least complex of any other species of emigrants, I shall distinguish these gentlemen by the name of

Simple Travellers.

Thus the whole circle of travellers may be reduced to the following heads:

Idle Travellers,

Inquisitive Travellers,

Lying Travellers,

Proud Travellers,

Vain Travellers

Splenetic Travellers.

Then follow

The Travellers of Necessity,

The delinquent and felonious Traveller,

The simple Traveller.

And last of all (if you please The Sentimental Traveller (meaning thereby myself), who have travell'd, and of which I am now sitting down to give an account--as much out of Necessity, and the besoin de Voyager, as any one in the class.

I am well aware, at the same time, as both my travels and observations will be altogether of a different cast from any of my fore-runners; that I might have insisted upon a whole nitch entirely to myself--but I should break in upon the confines of the Vain Traveller, in wishing to draw attention towards me, till I have some better grounds for it, than the mere Novelty of my Vehicle. It is sufficient for my reader, if he has been a Traveller himself, that with study and reflection hereupon he may be able to determine his own place and rank in the catalogue-- it will be one step towards knowing himself, as it is great odds but he retains some tincture and resemblance of what he imbibed or carried out, to the present hour.

The man who first transplanted the grape of Burgundy to the Cape of Good Hope (observe he was Dutchman) never dreamt of drinking the same wine at the Cape, the same grape produced upon the French mountains--he was too phlegmatic for that-- but undoubtedly he expected to drink some sort of vinous liquor; but whether good, bad, or indifferent--he knew enough of this world to know, that it did not depend upon his choice, but that what is generally called chance was to decide his success: however, he hoped for the best: and in these hopes, by an intemperate confidence in the fortitude of his head, and in the depth of his discretion, Mynheer might possibly overset both in his new vineyard; and by discovering his nakedness, become a laughing- stock to his people.

Even so it fares with the poor Traveller, sailing and posting through the politer kingdoms of the globe, in pursuit of knowledge and improvements.

Knowledge and improvements are to be got by sailing and posting for that purpose; but whether useful knowledge and real improvements, is all a lottery--and even where the adventurer is successful, the acquired stock must be used with caution and sobriety, to turn any profit--but as the chances run prodigiously the other way, both as to the acquisition and application, I am of opinion, That a man would act as wisely, if he could prevail upon himself to live contented without foreign knowledge or foreign improvements, especially if he lives in a country that has no want of either--and indeed, much grief of heart has it oft and many a time cost me, when I have observed how many a foul step the inquisitive Traveller has measured to see sights and look into discoveries; all which, as Sancho Panca said to Don Quixote, they might have seen dry-shod at home. It is an age so full of light, that there is scarce a country or corner of Europe, whose beams are not crossed and interchanged with others--Knowledge in most of its branches, and in most affairs, is like music in an Italian street, whereof those may partake, who pay nothing--But there is no nation under heaven--and God is my record (before whose tribunal I must one day come and give an account of this work)--that I do not speak it vauntingly-- But there is no nation under heaven abounding with more variety of learning--where the sciences may be more fitly woo'd, or more surely won, than here--where Nature (take her altogether) has so little to answer for--and, to close all, where there is more wit and variety of character to feed the mind with--Where then, my dear countrymen, are you going--

--We are only looking at this chaise, said they--Your most obedient servant, said I, skipping out of it, and pulling off my hat--We were wondering, said one of them, who, I found, was an inquisitive Traveller,--what could occasion its motion.--'Twas the agitation, said I coolly, of writing a preface.--I never heard, said the other, who was a simple Traveller, of a preface wrote in a Désobligeant.--It would have been better, said I, in a Vis-à-vis,

As an Englishman does not travel to see Englishmen, I retired to my room.

Calais

I perceived that something darken'd the passage more than myself, as I stepp'd along it to my room; it was effectually Mons. Dessein, the master of the hotel, who had just returned from vespers, and , with his hat under his arm, was most complaisantly following me, to put me in mind of my wants. I had wrote myself pretty well out of conceit with the Désobligeant; and Mons. Dessein speaking of it, with a shrug, as if it would no way suit me, it immediately struck my fancy that it belong'd to some innocent Traveller, who, on his return home, had left it to Mons. Dessein's honour to make the most of. Four months had elapsed since it had finished its career of Europe in the corner of Mons. Dessein's coachyard; and having sallied out from thence but a vampt-up business at the first, though it had been twice taken to pieces on Mount Sennis, it had not profited much by its adventures--but by none so little as the standing so many months unpitied in the corner of Mons. Dessein's coachyard. Much indeed might--and when a few words will rescue misery out of her distress, I hate the man who can be a churl of them.

--Now was I the master of this hotel, said I, laying the point of my forefinger of Mons. Dessein's breast, I would inevitably make a point of getting rid of this unfortunate Désobligeant--it stands swinging reproaches at you every time you pass by it--

Mon Dieu! Said Mons. Dessein--I have no interest--Except the interest, said I, which men of a certain turn of mind take, Mons. Dessein, in their own sensations--I'm persuaded, to a man who feels for others as well as for himself, every rainy night, disguise it as you will, must cast a damp upon your spirits--You suffer, Mons. Dessein, as much as the machine--

I have always observed, when there is as much sour as sweet in a compliment, that an Englishman is eternally at a loss within himself, whether to take it or let it alone: a Frenchman never is: Mons. Dessein made me a bow.

C'est bien vrai, said he--But in this case I should only exchange one disquietude for another, and with loss: figure to yourself, my dear Sir, that in giving you a chaise which would fall to pieces before you had got half way to Paris-- figure to yourself how much I should suffer, in giving an ill impression of myself to a man of honour, and lying at the mercy, as I must do, d'un homme d'esprit.

The dose was made up exactly after my own prescription; so I could not help taking it--and returning Mons. Dessein his bow, without more casuistry we walk'd together towards his Remise, to take a view of his magazine of chaises.

Calais--In the Street

It must needs be a hostile kind of a world, when the buyer (if it be but of a sorry post-chaise) cannot go forth with the seller thereof into the street, to terminate the difference betwixt them, but he instantly falls into the same frame of mind, and views his conventionist with the same sort of eye, as if he was going along with him to Hyde-park-corner to fight a duel. For my own part, being but a poor swordsman, and no way a match for Monsieur Dessein, I felt the rotation of all the movements within me, to which the situation is incident--I looked at Monsieur Dessein--eyed him as he walk'd along in profile--then, en face--thought he look'd like a Jew--then a Turk--disliked his wig--cursed him by my gods--wished him at the devil--

--And is all this to be lighted up in the heart for a beggarly account of three or four louis d'ors, which is the most I can be over-reached in?--Base passion! said I, turning myself about, as a man naturally does upon a sudden reverse of sentiment--base ungentle passion! thy hand is against every man, and every man's hand against thee--Heaven forbid! said she, raising her hand up to her forehead, for I had turned full in front upon the lady whom I had seen in conference with the monk--she had followed us unperceived-- Heaven forbid, indeed! said I, offering her my own-- she had a black pair of silk gloves, open only at the thumb and two fore-fingers, so accepted it without reserve--and I led her up to the door of the Remise.

Monsieur Dessein had diabled the key above fifty times, before he found out he had come with a wrong one in his hand: we were as impatient as himself to have it open'd; and so attentive to the obstacle, that I continued holding her hand almost without knowing it: so that Monsieur Dessein left us together, with her hand in mine, and with our faces turned towards the door of the Remise, and said he would be back in five minutes.

Now a colloquy of five minutes, in such a situation, is worth one of as many ages with your face turned towards the street: in the latter case, 'tis drawn from the objects and occurrences without-- when your eyes are fixed upon a dead blank--you draw purely from yourselves. A silence of a single moment upon Mons. Dessein's leaving us, had been fatal to the situation-- she had infallibly turned about--so I began the conversation instantly--

--But what were the temptations (as I write not to apologise for the weaknesses of my heart in this tour,-- but to give an account of them)--shall be described with the same simplicity, with which I felt them.

Calais--The Remise Door

When I told the reader that I did not care to get out of the Désobligeant, because I saw the monk in close conference with a lady just arrived at the inn--I told him the whole truth; for I was full as much restrained by the appearance and figure of the lady he was talking to. Suspicion crossed my brain, and said, he was telling her what had passed, something jarred upon it within me--I wished him at his convent.

When the heart flies out before the understanding, it saves the judgement a world of pains--I was certain she was of a better order of beings--however, I thought no more of her, but went on and wrote my preface.

The impression returned upon my encounter with her in the street; a guarded frankness, with which she gave me her hand, shewed, I thought, her good education and her good sense; and as I led her on, I felt a pleasurable ductility about her, which spread a calmness over all my spirits--

--Good God! how a man might lead such a creature as this round the world with him!

I had not yet seen her face--'twas not material; for the drawing was instantly set about, and long before we had got to the door of the Remise, Fancy had finish'd the whole head, and pleased herself as much with its fitting goddess, as if she had dived into the Tiber for it--but thou art a seduced, and a seducing slut; and albeit thou cheatest us seven times a day with thy pictures and images, yet with so many charms dost thou do it, and thou deckest out thy pictures in the shapes of so many angels of light, 'tis a shame to break with thee.

When we had got to the door of the Remise, she withdrew her hand from across her forehead, and let me see the original--it was a face of about six and twenty--of a clear transparent brown, simply set off without rouge or powder--it was not critically handsome, but there was that in it, which, in the frame of mind I was in, attached me much more to it--it was interesting; I fancied it wore the character of a widow'd look, and in that state of its declension, which had passed the two first paroxysms of sorrow, and was quietly beginning to reconcile itself to its loss- but a thousand other distresses might have traced the same lines; I wish'd to know what they might have been--and was ready to enquire (had the same bon ton of conversation been permitted, as in the days of Esdras)--'What aileth thee? and why art thou disquieted? and why is thy understanding troubled?'--In a word, I felt benevolence for her; and resolv'd some way or other to throw in my mite of courtesy-- if not of service.

Such were my temptations--and in this disposition to give way to them, was I left alone with this lady with her hand in mine, and with our faces both turned closer to the door of the Remise than what was absolutely necessary.

Calais--The Remise Door

This certainly, fair lady! said I, raising her hand up a little lightly as I began, must be one of Fortune's whimsical doings: to take two utter strangers by their hands--of different sexes, and perhaps from different corners of the globe, and in one moment place them together in such a cordial situation as Friendship herself could scarce have atchieved for them had she projected it for a month--And your reflection upon it, shews how much, Monsieur, she has embarrassed you by the adventure--

When the situation is what we would wish, nothing is so ill-timed as to hint at the circumstances which make it so: you thank Fortune, continued she--you had reason--the heart knew it, and was satisfied; and who but an English philosopher would have sent notice of it to the brain to reverse the judgment?

In saying this she disengaged her hand with a look which I thought a sufficient commentary upon the text.

It is a miserable picture which I am going to give of the weakness of my heart, by owning that it suffered a pain, which worthier occasions could not have inflicted--I was mortified with the loss of her hand, and the manner in which I had lost it carried neither oil nor wine to the wound: I never felt the pain of a sheepish inferiority so miserable in my life.

The triumphs of a true feminine heart are short upon the discomfitures. In a very few seconds she laid her hand upon the cuff of my coat, in order to finish her reply; so some way or other, God knows how, I regained my situation.

I forthwith began to model a different conversation for the lady, thinking from the spirit as well as moral of this, that I had been mistaken in her character; but upon turning her face towards me, the spirit which had animated the reply was fled--the muscles relaxed, and I beheld the same unprotected look of distress which had first won me to her interest--melancholy! to see such sprightliness the prey of sorrow--I pitied her from my soul; and though it may seem ridiculous enough to a torpid heart--I could have taken her into my arms, and cherished her, though it was in the open street, without blushing.

The pulsations of the arteries along my fingers pressing across her's, told her what was passing within me: she looked down--a silence of some moments followed.

I fear, in this interval, I must have made some slight efforts towards a closer compression of her hand, from a subtle sensation I felt in the palm of my own--not as if she was going to withdraw hers--but as if she thought about it--and I had infallibly lost it a second time, had not instinct more than reason directed me to the last resource in these dangers-- to hold it more loosely and in a manner as if I was every moment going to release it, of myself; so she let it continue, till Monsieur Dessein returned with the key; and in the mean time I set myself how to undo the ill impressions which the poor monk's story, in case he had told it her, must have planted in her breast against me.

Calais--The Snuff-box

The good old monk was within six paces of us, as the idea of him cross'd 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 stopp'd, 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, said the monk; Then do me the favour, I replied, to accept of the box and all, and when you take a pinch out of it, sometimes recollect it was the peace- offering of a man who once used you unkindly, but not from his heart.

The poor monk blush'd as red as scarlet. Mon Dieu! said he, pressing his hands together--you never used me unkindly.--I should think, said the lady, he is not likely. I blush'd in my turn; but from what movements I leave to the few who feel to analyse--Excuse me, Madame, replied I--I treated him most unkindly; and from no provocations. 'Tis impossible, said the lady--My God! cried the monk, with a warmth of asseveration which seem'd not to belong to him- -the fault was in me, and in the indiscretion of my zeal- -the lady opposed it, and I joined with her in maintaining it impossible, that a spirit so regulated as his, could give offence to any.

I knew not that contention could be rendered so sweet and pleasurable a thing to the nerves as I then felt it.--We remained silent without any sensation of that foolish pain which takes place, when in such a circle you look for ten minutes in one another's faces without saying a word. Whilst this lasted, the monk rubb'd his horn box upon the sleeve of his tunick; and as soon as it had acquired a little air of brightness by the friction--he made a low bow, and said, 'twas too late to say whether it was the weakness or goodness of our tempers which had involved us in this contest-- but be it as it would--he begg'd we might exchange boxes--In saying this, he presented his to me with one hand, as he took mine from me in the other; and having kissed it--with a stream of good-nature in his eyes he put it into his bosom--and took his leave.

I guard this box, as I would the instrumental parts of my religion, to help my mind on to something better: in truth, I seldom go abroad without it: and oft and many a time have I called up by it the courteous spirit of its owner to regulate my own, in the justlings of the world; they had found full employment for his, as I learnt from his story, till about the forty-fifth year of his age, when upon some military services ill requited, and meeting at the same time with a disappointment in the tenderest of passions, he abandoned the sword and the sex together, and took sanctuary, not so much in the convent as in himself.

I feel a damp upon my spirits, as I am going to add, that in my last return through Calais, upon enquiring after Father Lorenzo, I heard he had been dead near three months, and was buried, not in his convent, but, according to his desire, in a little cemetery belonging to it, about two leagues off: I had a strong desire to see where they had laid him--when upon pulling out his little horn box, as I sat by his grave, and plucking up a nettle or two at the head of it, which had no business to grow there, they all struck together so forcibly upon my affections, that I burst into a flood of tears- -but I am weak as a woman; and I beg the world not to smile, but pity me.

Calais--The Remise Door

I had never quitted the lady's hand all this time; and had held it so long, that it would have been indecent to have let it go, without first pressing it to my lips: the blood and spirits, which had suffered a revulsion from her, crowded back to her, as I did it.

Now the two travellers, who had spoke to me in the coach-yard, happened at that crisis to be passing by, and observing our communications, naturally took it into their heads that we must be man and wife, at least; so stopping as soon as they came up to the door of the Remise, the one of them, who was the inquisitive Traveller, ask'd us, if we set out for Paris the next morning?-- I could only answer for myself, I said; and the lady added, she was for Amiens--We dined there yesterday, said the simple Traveller--You go directly through the town, added the other, in your road to Paris. I was going to return a thousand thanks for the intelligence, 'that Amiens was in the road to Paris'; but upon pulling out my poor monk's little horn box to take a pinch of snuff, I made them a quiet bow, and wished them a good passage to Dover--they left us alone--

Now where would be the harm, said I to myself, if I was to beg of this distressed lady to accept of half my chaise?--and what mighty mischief could ensue?

Every dirty passion, and bad propensity in my nature, took the alarm, as I stated the proposition--it will oblige you to have a third horse, said AVARICE, which will put twenty livres out of your pocket-- You know not what she is, said CAUTION--or what scrapes the affair may draw you into, whispered COWARDICE--

Depend upon it, Yorick! said DISCRETION, 'twill be said you went off with a mistress, and came by assignation to Calais for that purpose.

--You can never after, cried HYPOCRISY aloud, shew your face in the world--or rise, quoth MEANNESS, in the church--or be any thing in it, said PRIDE, but a lousy prebendary.

But 'tis a civil thing, said I--and as I generally act from the first impulse, and therefore seldom listen to those cabals, which serve no purpose, that I know of, but to encompass the heart with adamant--I turn'd instantly about to the lady- -

--But she had glided off unperceived, as the cause was pleading, and had made ten or a dozen paces down the street, by the time I had made the determination; so I set off after her with a long stride, to make her the proposal with the best address I was master of; but observing she walk'd with her cheek half resting upon the palm of her hand--with the slow, short-measur'd step of thoughtfulness, and with her eyes, as she went step by step, fixed upon the ground, it struck me, she was trying the same cause herself. God help her! said I, she has some mother-in-law, or tartufish aunt, or nonsensical old woman, to consult upon the occasion, as well as myself: so not caring to interrupt the processe, and deeming it more gallant to take her at discretion than surprise, I faced about, and took a short turn or two before the door of the Remise, whilst she walk'd musing on one side.

Calais--In the Street

Having, on the first sight of the lady, settled the affair in my fancy, 'that she was of the better order of beings'--and then laid it down as a second axiom, as indisputable as the first, that she was a widow, and wore a character of distress--I went no further; I got ground enough for the situation which pleased me--and had she remained close beside my elbow till midnight, I should have held true to my system, and considered her only under that general idea.

She had scarce got twenty paces distant from me, ere something within me called out for a more particular enquiry--it brought on the idea of a further separation--I might possibly never see her more--the heart is for saving what it can; and I wanted the traces through which my wishes might find their way to her, in case I should never rejoin her myself: in a word, I wish'd to know her name--her family's--her condition; and as I knew the place to which she was going, I wanted to know from whence she came: but there was no coming at all this intelligence: a hundred little delicacies stood in the way. I form'd a score different plans--There was no such thing as a man's asking her directly--the thing was impossible.

A little French débonnaire captain, who came dancing down the street, shewed me, it was the easiest thing in the world; for popping in betwixt us, just as the lady was returning back to the door of the Remise, he introduced himself to my acquaintance, and before he had well got announced, begg'd I would do him the honour to present him to the lady--I had not been presented myself-- so turning about to her, he did it just as well by asking her, if she had come from Paris? No, she was going that route, she said.--Vous n'êtes pas de Londres?-- She was not, she replied.--Then Madame must have come through Flanders--Apparemment vous êtes Flamande? said the French captain--The lady answered, she was--Peut-être de Lisle? added he- -She said, she was not of Lisle.--nor Arras?--nor Cambrya?--nor Ghent?-- nor Brussels? she answered, she was of Brussels.

He had the honour, he said, to be at the bombardment of it last war-- that it was finely situated, pour cela--and full of noblesse when the Imperialists were driven out by the French (the lady made a slight courtsy)-- so giving her an account of the affair, and of the share he had had in it--he begg'd the honour to know her name-- so made his bow.

Et Madame a son Mari? said he, looking back when he had made two steps--and without staying for an answer-- danced down the street.

Had I served seven years' apprenticeship to good breeding, I could not have done as much.

Calais--The Remise

As the little French captain left us, Mons. Dessein came up with the key of the Remise in his hand, and forthwith let us into his magazine of chaises.

The first object which caught my eye, as Mons. Dessein open'd the door of the Remise, was another tatter'd Désobligeant: and notwithstanding it was the exact picture of that which had hit my fancy so much in the coachyard but an hour before--the very sight of it stirr'd up a disagreeable sensation within me now; and I thought 'twas a churlish beast into whose heart the idea could first enter, to construct such a machine; nor had I much more charity for the man who could think of using it.

I observed the lady was as little taken with it as myself: so Mons. Dessein led us on to a couple of chaises which stood abreast, telling us, as he recommended them, that they had been purchased by my Lord A. and B. to go the grand tour, but had gone no further than Paris, so were in all respects as good--as new-- They were too good--so I pass'd on to a third, which stood behind, and forthwith began to chaffer for the price. But 'twill scarce hold two, said I, opening the door and getting in- -Have the goodness, Madam, said Mons. Dessein, offering his arm, to step in--The lady hesitated half a second, and stepp'd in; and the waiter that moment beckoning to speak to Mons. Dessein, he shut the door of the chaise upon us, and left us.

Calais--The Remise

C'est bien comique, 'tis very droll, said the lady smiling, from the reflection that this was the second time we had been left together by a parcel of nonsensical contingencies-- C'est bien comique, said she--

--There wants nothing, said I, to make it so, but the comic use which the gallantry of a Frenchman would put it to--to make love the first moment, and an offer of his person the second. 'Tis their fort, replied the lady.

It is supposed so at least--and how it has come to pass, continued I, I know not: but they have certainly got the credit of understanding more of love, and making it better than any other nation upon earth; but for my own part, I think them arrant bunglers, and in truth the worst set of marksmen that ever tried Cupid's patience.--To think of making love by sentiments!

I should as soon think of making a genteel suit of cloaths out of remnants:--and to do it--pop-- at first sight by declaration--is submitting the offer and themselves with it, to be sifted with all their pours and contres, by an unheated mind.

The lady attended as if she expected I should go on.

Consider then, madam, continued I, laying my hand upon hers--

That grave people hate Love for the name's sake--

That selfish people hate it for their own--

Hypocrites for heaven's--

And that all of us, both old and young, being ten times worse frighten'd than hurt by the very report--

--What a want of knowledge in this branch of commerce a man betrays, who ever 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.

Calais--The Remise

Monsieur Dessein came back to let us out of the chaise, and acquaint the lady, 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 event--and could not help telling her so-- for it is fatal to a proposal, Madam, said I, that I was going to make to 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 had 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.

Calais--In the Street

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 assay upon human nature-- I get my labour for my pains--'tis enough-- the pleasure of the experiment has kept my sense 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 wither'd 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 on--but he set out with the spleen and jaundice, and every object he pass'd 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 cockpit,'* said he--I wish you had said nothing worse of the Venus of Medicis, replied I-- for in passing through Florence, I had heard he had fallen foul upon the goddess, and used her worse than a common strumpet, without the least provocation in nature.

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Vide S_______'s 'Travels.'

I popp'd upon Smelfungus again at Turin, in his return home; and a sad tale of sorrowful adventures he had 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 flay'd alive, and bedevil'd, and used worse than St. Bartholomew, at every stage he had come at--

--I'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 pleasurable anecdote to tell of; but he had travell'd 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 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 there 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 postillion 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 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 and English one, more than any other?--They are so generous, said the landlord--I'll be shot if this is not a livre out of my pocket, quoth I to myself, this very night-- But they have wherewithal to be so, Monsieur, added he-- Set down one more livre more for that. quoth I--It was but last night, said the landlord, qu'un my Lord Anglois présentoit un écu à la fille de chambre-- Tant pis, pour Mademoiselle Janatone, said I

Now Janatone being the landlord's daughter, and the landlord supposing I was young in French, took the liberty to inform me, I should not have said 'tant pis'--but 'tant mieux.' Tant mieux, toujours, Monsieur, said he, when there is anything to be got-- tant pis, when there is nothing. It comes to the same thing, said I. Pardonnez-moi, said the landlord.

I cannot take a fitter opportunity to observe once for all, that 'tant pis' and 'tant mieux' being two of the great hinges in French conversation, a stranger would do well to set himself right in the use of them, before he gets to Paris.

A prompt French Marquis at our ambassador's table demanded of Mr. H--, if he was H-- the poet? No, said H-- mildly--Tant pis, replied the Marquis.

It is H-- the historian, said another-- Tant mieux, said the Marquis. And Mr. H--, who is a man of an excellent heart, return'd thanks for both.

When the landlord had set me right in this matter, he called in La Fleur, which was the name of the young man he had spoken of-- saying only first, That as for his talents, he would presume to say nothing-- Monsieur was the best judge of what would suit him; but for the fidelity of La Fleur, he would stand responsible in all he was worth.

The landlord deliver'd this in a manner which instantly set my mind to the business I was upon--and La Fleur, who stood waiting without, in that breathless expectation which every son of nature of us have felt in our turns, came in.

Montriul

I am apt to be taken with all kinds of people at first sight; but never more so, than when a poor devil comes to offer his service to so poor a devil as myself; and as I know this weakness, I always suffer my judgment to draw back something on that very account-- and this more or less, according to the mood I am in, and the case--and I may add the gender too of the person I am to govern.

When La Fleur entered the room, after avery discount I could make for my soul, the genuine look and air of the fellow determined the matter at once in his favour; so I hired him first--and then began to enquire what he could do; But I shall find out his talents, quoth I, as I want them--besides, a Frenchman can do every thing.

Now poor La Fleur could do nothing in the world but beat a drum and play a march or two upon the fife. I was determined to make his talents do: and can't say my weakness was ever so insulted by my wisdom, as in the attempt.

La Fleur had set out early in life, as gallantly as most Frenchmen do, with serving for a few years: at the end of which, having satisfied the sentiment, and found moreover, That the honour of beating a drum was likely to be its own reward, as it open'd no further track of glory to him--he retired à ses terres, and lived comme il plaisoit à Dieu-- that is to say, upon nothing.

And so, quoth Wisdom, you have hired a drummer to attend you in this tour of yours through France and Italy! Psha! said I, and do not one half of our gentry go with a humdrum compagnon du voyage the same round, and have the piper and the devil and all to pay besides? When man can extricate himself with an équivoque in such an unequal match--he is not ill off-- But you can do something else, La Fleur? said I--O qu'oui!--he could make spatterdashes, and play a little upon the fiddle--Bravo! said Wisdom--Why I play a bass myself, said I--we shall do very well. You can shave, and dress a wig a little, La Fleur?--He had all the dispositions in the world--It is enough for heaven! said I, interrupting him--and ought to be enough for me--So supper coming in, and having a frisky English Spaniel on one side of my chair, and a French valet, with as much hilarity in his countenance as ever nature painted in one, on the other--I was satisfied to my heart's content with my empire; and if monarchs knew what they would be at, they might be satisfied as I was.

Montriul

As La Fleur went the whole of France and Italy with me, and will be often upon the stage, I must interest the reader a little further in his behalf, by saying, that I had never less reason to repent of the impulses which generally do determine me, than in regard to this fellow--he was a faithful, affectionate, simple soul as ever trudged after the heels of a philosopher; and notwithstanding his talents of drum-beating and spatterdash-making, which, though very good in themselves, happened to be of no great service to me, yet I was hourly recompensed by the festivity of his temper--it supplied all defects--I had a constant resource in his looks, in all difficulties and distresses of my own--I was going to have added, of his too; but La Fleur was out of the reach of everything; for whether it was hunger or thirst, or cold or nakedness, or watchings, or whatever stripes of ill luck La Fleur met with in our journeyings, there was no index in his physiognomy to point them out by--he was eternally the same; so that if I am a piece of a philosopher, which Satan now and then puts into my head I am-- it always mortifies the pride of the conseit, by reflecting how much I owe to the complexional philosophy of this poor fellow, for shaming me into one of a better kind. With all this, La FLeur had a small cast of the coxcomb--but he seemed at first sight to be more a coxcomb of nature than of art; and before I had been three days in Paris with him--he seemed to be no coxcomb at all.

Montriul

The next morning, La Fleur entering upon his employment, I delivered to him the key of my portmanteau, with an inventory of my half a dozen shirts and silk pair of breeches; and bid him fasten all upon the chaise--get the horses put to--and desire the landlord to come in with his bill.

C'est un garçon de bonne fortune, said the landlord, pointing through the window to half a dozen wenches who had got round about La Fleur, and were most kindly taking their leave of him, as the postillion was leading out the horses. La Fleur kissed all their hands round and round again, and thrice he wiped his eyes, and thrice promised he would bring them all pardons from Rome.

The young fellow, said the landlord, is beloved by all the town, and there is scarce a corner in Montriul, where the want of him will not be felt: he has but one misfortune in the world, continued he, 'He is always in love.'--I am heartily glad of it, said I- -'twill save me the trouble every night of putting my breeches under my head. In saying this, I was not so much La Fleur's éloge, as my own, having been in love, with one princess or other, almost all my life, and I hope I shall go on till I die, being firmly persuaded, that if I ever do a mean action, it must be in some interval betwixt one passion and another: whilst this interregnum lasts, I always perceive my heart locked up-- I can scarce find in it to give Misery a six-pence; and therefore I always get out of it as fast as I can, and the moment I am rekindled, I am all generosity and good-will again; and would do any thing in the world, either for or with any one, if they will but satisfy me there is no sin in it.--But in saying this--sure I am commending the passion--not myself.

A Fragment

The town of Abdera, notwithstanding Democritus lived there, trying all the powers of irony and laughter to reclaim it, was the vilest and most profligate town in all Thrace. What for poisons, conspiracies, and assassinations--libels, pasquinades, and tumults, there was no going there by day--'twas worse by night.

Now, when things were at the worst, it came to pass, that the 'Andromeda' of Euripides being represented at Abdera, the whole orchestra was delighted with it: but of all the passages which delighted them, nothing operated more upon their imaginations, than the tender strokes of nature, which the poet had wrought up in that pathetic speech of Perseus, 'O Cupid, prince of God and men,' &c. Every man spoke pure iambics the next day, and talk'd of nothing but Perseus his pathetic address--'O Cupid, prince of God and men'--in every street of Abdera, in every house--'O Cupid! Cupid!'-- in every mouth, like the natural notes of some sweet melody which drops from it whether it will or no--nothing but 'Cupid! Cupid! prince of God and men'--The fire caught--and the whole city, like the heart of one man, open'd itself to Love.

No pharmacopolist could sell one grain of helebore--not a single armourer had a heart to forge one instrument of death-- Friendship and Virtue met together, and kiss'd each other in the street--the golden age returned, and hung over the town of Abdera--every Abderite took his oaten pipe, and every Abderitish woman left her purple web, and chastely sat down and listened to the song--

'Twas only in the power, says the Fragment, of the God whose empire extendeth from heaven to earth, and even to the depths of the sea, to have done this.

Montriul

When all is ready, and every article is disputed and paid for in the inn, unless you are a little sour'd by the adventure, there is always a matter to compound at the door, before you can get into your chaise, and that is with the sons and daughters of poverty, who surround you. Let no man say, 'let them go to the devil'--'tis a cruel journey to send a few miserables, and they have had sufferings enow without it: I always think it better to take a few sous out in my hand; and I would counsel every gentle traveller to do so likewise; he need not be so exact in setting down his motives for giving them--They will be register'd elsewhere.

For my own part, there is no man gives so little as I do; for few, that I know, have so little to give: but as this was the first public act of my charity in France, I took the more notice of it.

A well-a-way! said I, I have but eight sous in the word, showing them in my hand, and there are eight poor men and eight poor women for 'em.

A poor tatter'd soul, without a shirt on, instantly withdrew his claim, by retiring two steps out of the circle, and making a disqualifying bow on his part. Had the whole parterre cried out, 'Place aux dames,' with one voice, it would not have conveyed the sentiment of a deference for the sex with half the effect.

Just Heaven! for what wise reasons hast thou ordered it, that beggary and urbanity, which are a t such variance in other countries, should find a way to be at unity in this?

--I insisted upon presenting him with a single sous, merely for his politesse.

A poor little dwarfish, brisk fellow, who stood over against me in the circle, putting something first under his arm, which had once been a hat, took his snuff-box out of his pocket, and generously offer'd a pinch on both sides of him: it was a gift of consequence, and modestly declined--The poor little fellow press'd it upon them with a nod of welcomeness--Prenez-en-- prenez, said he, looking another way; so they each took a pinch--Pity thy box should ever want one, said I to myself; so I put a couple of sous into it--taking a small pinch out of his box, to enhance their value, as I did it.-- He felt the weight of the second obligation more than of the first--'twas doing him an honour--the other was only doing him a charity--and he made me a bow down to the ground for it.

--Here! said I to an old soldier with one hand, who had been campaign'd and worn out to death in the service--here's a couple of sous for thee. Vive le Roi! said the old soldier.

I had then but three sous left: so I gave one, simply pour l'amour de Dieu, which was the footing on which it was begg'd-- The poor woman had a dislocated hip; so it could not well be upon any other motive.

Mon cher et très charitable Monsieur-- There's no opposing this, said I.

My Lord Anglois--the very sound was worth the money--so I gave my last sous for it. But in the eagerness of giving, I had overlooked pauvre honteaux, who had no one to ask a sous for him, and who, I believed, would have perished ere he could have ask'd one for himself: he stood by the chaise, a little without the circle, and wiped a tear from a face which I thought had seen better days-- Good God! said I-- and I have not one single sous left to give him-- But you have a thousand! cried all the powers of nature, stirring within me--so I gave him--no matter what--I am ashamed to say how much, now-- and was ashamed to think how little, then; so if the reader can form any conjecture of my disposition, as these two fixed points are given him, he may judge within a livre or two what was the precise sum.

I could afford nothing for the rest, but 'Dieu vous bénisse'--Et le bon Dieu vous bénisse encore--said the old soldier, the dwarf, &c. The pauvre honteaux could say nothing--he pull'd out a little handkerchief, and wiped his face as he turned away-- and I thought he thanked me more than them all.

The Bidet

Having settled all these little matters, I got into my post-chaise with more ease than ever I got into a post-chaise in my life; and La Fleur having got one large jack-boot on the far side of a little bidet,* and another on this (for I count nothing of his legs)-- he canter'd away before me as happy and as perpendicular as a prince--

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*Post horse.

--But what is happiness! what is grandeur in this painted scene of life! A dead ass, before we had got a league, put a sudden stop to La Fleur's career--his bidet would not pass by it-- a contention arose betwixt them, and the poor fellow was kick'd out of his jack-boots the very first kick.

La Fleur bore his fall like a French christian, saying neither more or less upon it, than Diable! so presently got up and came to the charge again astride his bidet, beating him up to it as he would have beat his drum.

The bidet flew from one side of the road to the other, then back again--then this way--then that way, and in short every way but by the dead ass--La Fleur insisted upon the thing--and the bidet threw him.

What's the matter, La Fleur, said I, with this bidet of of thine?-- Monsieur, said he, c'est un cheval le plus opinionâtre du monde--Nay, if he is a conceited beast, he must go his own way, replied I--so La Fleur got off him, and giving him a good sound lash, the bidet took me at my word, and away he scamper'd back to Montriul-- Peste! said La Fleur.

It is not mal-à-propos to take notice here, that though La Fleur availed himself of but two different terms of exclamation in this encounter--namely, 'Diable!' and 'Peste!' that there are nevertheless three, in the French language; like the positive, comparative, and superlative, one or the other of which serve for every unexpected throw of the dice in life.

Le Diable!' which is the first, and positive degree, is generally used upon ordinary emotions of the mind, where small things only fall out contrary to your expectations--such as--the throwing once doublets--La Fleur's being kick'd of his horse, and so forth-- Cuckoldom, for the same reason, is always 'Le Diable!'

But in cases where the cast has something provoking in it, as in that of the bidet's running away after, and leaving La Fleur aground in jack-boots--'tis the second degree.

'Tis then 'Peste!'

And for the third--

--But here my heart is wrung with pity and fellow-feeling, when I reflect what miseries must have been their lot, and how bitterly so refined a people must have smarted, to have forced upon them the use of it--

Grant me, O ye powers which touch the tongue with eloquence in distress!--whatever is my cast, grant me but decent words to exclaim in, and I will give my nature way.

--But as these were not to be had in France, I resolved to take every evil just as it befel me without any exclamation at all.

La Fleur, who had made no such covenant with himself, followed the bidet with his eyes till it was got out of sight--and then, you may imagine, if you please, with what word he closed the whole affair.

As there was no hunting down a frighten'd horse in jack-boots, there remained no alternative but taking La Fleur either behind the chaise, or into it--

I preferred the latter, and in half an hour we got to the post-house at Nampont.

Nampont--The Dead Ass

And this, said he, putting the remains of a crust into his wallet--and this, should have been thy portion, said he, hadst thou been alive to have shared it with me.--I thought by the accent, it had been an apostrophe to his child; but 'twas to his ass, and to the very ass we had seen dead in the road, which had occasioned La Fleur's misadventure. The man seemed to lament it much; and it instantly brought into my mind Sancho's lamentation for his; but he did it with more true touches of nature.

The mourner was sitting upon a stone-bench at the door, with the ass's pannel and its bridle on one side, which he took up from time to time--then laid them down--look'd at them and shook his head. He then took his crust of bread out of his wallet again, as if to eat it; held it some time in his hand-- then laid it upon the bit of his ass's bridle-- looked wistfully at the little arrangement he had made-- and then gave a sigh.

The simplicity of his grief drew numbers about him, and La Fleur amongst the rest, whilst the horses were getting ready; as I continued sitting in the post-chaise, I could see and hear over their heads.

--He said he had come last from Spain, where he had been from the furthest borders of Franconia; and had got so far on his return home, when his ass died. Every one seemed desirous to know what business could have taken so old and poor a man so far a journey from his own home.

It had pleased Heaven, he said, to bless him with three sons, the finest lads in all Germany; but having in one week lost two of the eldest of them by the small-pox, and the youngest falling ill of the same distemper, he was afraid of being bereft of them all; and made a vow, if Heaven would not take him from him also, he would go in gratitude to St. Iago in Spain. When the mourner got thus far on his story, he stopp'd to pay nature his tribute--and wept bitterly.

He said, Heaven had accepted his conditions, and that he had set out from his cottage with this poor creature, who had been a patient partner of his journey--that it had eat the same bread with him all the way, and was unto him as a friend.

Every body who stood about, heard the poor fellow with concern-- La Fleur offered him money--The mourner said, he did not want it--it was not the value of the ass-- but the loss of him--and upon this told them a long story of a mischance upon their passage over the Pyrenean mountains which had separated them from each other three days; during which time the ass had sought him as much as he had sought the ass, and that they had neither scarce eat or drink till they met.

Thou hast one comfort, friend, said I, at least in the loss of thy poor beast; I'm sure thou hast been a merciful master to him.-- Alas! said the mourner, I thought so, when he was alive-- but now that he is dead, I think otherwise.--I fear the weight of myself and my afflictions together have been too much for him--they have shortened the poor creature's days, and I fear I have them to answer for.--Shame on the world! said I to myself--Did we love each other, as this poor soul but loved his ass--'twould be something.- -

Nampont--The Postillion

The concern which the poor fellow's story threw me into required some attention: the postillion paid not the least to it, but set off upon the pavé in a full gallop.

The thirstiest soul in the most sandy desert of Arabia could not have wished more for a cup of cold water, than mine did for grave and quiet movements; and I should have had an high opinion of the postillion, had he but stolen off with me in something like a pensive pace-- On the contrary, as the mourner finished his lamentation, the fellow gave an unfeeling lash to each of his beasts, and set off clattering like a thousand devils.

I called to him as loud as I could, for heaven's sake to go slower-- and the louder I called, the more unmercifully he galloped--The duce take him and his galloping too--said I--he-ll go on tearing my nerves to pieces till he has worked me into a foolish passion, and then he'll go slow, that I may enjoy the sweets of it.

The postillion managed the point to a miracle: by the time he had got 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 so.

My case then required a different treatment; and a good rattling gallop would have been of real service to me--

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

The postillion pointed to the hill--I then tried to return back to the story of the poor German and his ass-- but I had broke the clue--and could get no more into it again, than the postillion could into a trot.

The duce go, said I, with it all! Here am I sitting as candidly disposed to make the best of the worst, as ever wight was, and all runs counter.

There is one sweet lenitive at least for evils, which Nature holds out to us: so I took it kindly at her hands, and fell asleep; and the first word which roused me was 'Amiens.'

--Bless me! said I, rubbing my eyes--this is the very town where my poor lady is to come.

Amiens

The words were scarce out of my mouth, when the count de L***'s post- chaise, with his sister in it, drove hastily by: she 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 supper, her brother's servant came into the room with a billet, in which she said she had taken the liberty to charge me with a letter, which I was to present myself to Madame R*** the first morning I had nothing to do at Paris. There was only added, she was sorry, but from what penchant she had not considered, that she still owed it me; and if my route should ever lay through Brussels, 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, said I, fair spirit! at Brussels-- 'tis only returning from Italy through Germany to Holland, by the route of Flanders, home--'twill scarce be ten posts out of my way; but were it ten thousand! with what a moral delight will it crown my journey, in sharing the sickening incidents of a tale of misery told to me by such a sufferer! to see her weep! and though I cannot dry up the fountain of her tears, what an exquisite sensation is there still left, in wiping them away from off the cheeks of the first and fairest of women, as I'm sitting with my handkerchief in my hand in silence the whole night beside her?

There was nothing wrong in the sentiment; and yet I instantly reproached my heart with it in the bitterest and most reprobate of expressions.

It had ever, as I told the reader, been one of the singular blessings of my life, to be almost every hour of it miserably in love with some one; and my last flame happening to be blown out by a whiff of jealousy on the sudden turn of a corner, I had lighted it up afresh at the pure taper of Eliza but about three months before-- swearing as I did it, that it should last me through the whole journey--Why should I dissemble the matter? I had sworn to her eternal fidelity--she had a right to my whole heart--to divide my affections was to lessen them-- to expose them, was to risk them: where there is risk, there may be loss:--and what wilt thou have, Yorick! to answer a heart so full of trust and confidence--so good, so gentle and unreproaching!

I will not go to Brussels, replied I, interrupting myself-- but my imagination went on--I recalled her looks at that crisis of our separation, when neither of us had power to say adieu! I look'd at the picture she had tied in a black riband about my neck--and blush'd as I look'd at it--I would have given the world to have kiss'd it--but was ashamed--and shall this tender flower, said I, pressing it between my hands--shall it be smitten to its very root--and smitten, Yorick! by thee, who hast promised to shelter it in thy breast?

Eternal fountain of happiness! said I, kneeling down upon the ground-- be thou my witness--and every pure spirit which tastes it, be my witness also, That I would not travel to Brussels, unless Eliza went along with me, did the road lead me towards heaven.

In transports of this kind, the heart in spite of the understanding, will always say too much.

Amiens--The Letter

Fortune had not smiled upon La Fleur; for he had been unsuccessful in his feats of chivalry--and not one thing had offered to signalize his zeal for my service from the time he had entered into it, which was almost four-and-twenty hours. The poor soul burn'd with impatience; and the Count de L***'s servant coming with the letter, being the first practicable occasion which offered, La Fleur had laid hold of it; and in order to do honour to his master, had taken him into a back parlour in the Auberge, and treated him with a cup or two of the best wine in Picardy; and the Count de L***'s servant, in return, and not to be behind-hand in politeness with La Fleur, had taken him back with him to the Count's hotel. La Fleur's prevenancy (for there was a passport in his very looks) soon set every servant in the kitchen at ease with him; and as a Frenchman, whatever be his talents, has no sort of prudery in showing them, La Fleur, in less than five minutes, had pulled out his fife, and leading off the dance himself with the first note, set the fille de chambre, the mâtre d'hôtel, the cook, the scullion, and all the household, dogs and cats, besides an old monkey, a-dancing: I suppose there had never been a merrier kitchen since the flood.

Madame de L***, in passing from her brother's apartments to her own, hearing so much jollity below stairs, rung up her fille de chambre to ask about it; and hearing it was the English gentleman's servant who had set the whole house merry with his pipe, she ordered him up.

As the poor fellow could not present himself empty, he had loaden'd himself in going up stairs with a thousand compliments to Madame de L***, on the part of his master--added a long apocrypha of enquiries after Madame de L--'s health-- told her, that Monsieur his master was au désespoir for her re-establishment from the fatigues of her journey-- and, to close all, that Monsieur had received the letter which Madame had done him the honour--And he has done me the honour, said Madame de L--, interrupting La Fleur, to send me a billet in return.

Madame de L-- had said this with such a tone of reliance upon the fact, that La Fleur had not power to disappoint her expectations--he trembled for my honour--and possibly might not altogether be unconcerned for his own, as a man capable of being attached to a master who could be wanting en égards vis-à d'une femme! so that when Madame de L--asked La Fleur if he had brought a letter-- O qu'oui, said La Fleur; so laying down his hat upon the ground, and taking hold of the flap of his right-side pocket with his right--then contrary-wise-- Diable!--then sought every pocket, pocket by pocket, round, not forgetting his fob-- Peste!--Then La Fleur emptied them upon the floor--pulled out a dirty cravat--a handkerchief--a comb--a whip-lash-- a night-cap--then gave a peep into his hat-- Quelle étourderie! He had left the letter upon the table in the Auberge--he would run for it, and be back with it in three minutes.

I had just finished my supper when La Fleur came in to give me an account of his adventure: he told the whole story simply as it was, and only added, that if Monsieur had forgot (par hasard) to answer Madame's letter, the arrangement gave him an opportunity to recover the faux pas and if not, that things were only as they were.

Now I was not altogether sure of my étiquette, whether I ought to have wrote or no; but if I had--a devil himself could not have been angry: 'Twas but the officious zeal of a well- meaning creature for my honour; and however he might have mistook the road, or embarrassed me in so doing--his heart was in no fault--I was under no necessity to write-- and what weighed more than all--he did not look as if he had done amiss.

--'Tis all very well, La Fleur, said I--'Twas sufficient. La Fleur flew out of the room like lightning, and return'd with pen, ink, and paper, in his hand; and coming up to the table, laid them close before me, with such a delight in his countenance, that I could not help taking up the pen.

I begun and begun again; and though I had nothing to say, and that nothing might have been expressed in half a dozen lines, I made half a dozen different beginnings, and could no way please myself.

In short, I was in no mood to write.

La Fleur, stepp'd out and brought a little water in a glass to dilute my ink--then fetched sand and seal-wax--It was all one; I wrote, and blotted, and tore off, and burnt, and wrote again--Le diable l'emporte, said I half to myself--I cannot write this self-same letter; throwing the pen down despairingly as I said it.

As soon as I had cast down the pen, La Fleur advanced with the most respectful carriage up to the table, and making a thousand apologies for the liberty he was going to take, told me he had a letter in his pocket wrote by a drummer in his regiment to a corporal's wife, which he durst say, would suit the occasion.

I had a mind to let the poor fellow have his humour--Then prithee, said I, let me see it.

La FLeur instantly pulled out a little dirty pocket book cramm'd full of small letters and billet-doux in a sad condition, and laying it upon the table, and then untying the string which held them all together, run over them one by one, till he came to the letter in question--La voilà, said he, clapping his hands: so unfolding it first, he laid it before me, and retired three steps from the table whilst I read it.

The Letter MADAME,

Je suis Pénétré de la douler la plus vive, et réduit en même temps au désespoir par ce retour imprévu du Corporal qui rend notre entrevue de ce soir la chose du monde la plus impossible.

Mais vive la joie! et toute la mienne sera de penser à vous.

L'amour n'est rien sans sentiment.

Et le sentiment est encore moins sans amour.

On dit qu'on ne doit jamais se désespérer.

On dit aussi que Monsieur le Corporal monte la garde Mercredi: alors ce sera mon tour.

Chacun à son tour. En attendant--Vive 'l'amour! et vive la bagatelle!

Je suis, MADAME,
Avec toutes les sentiments les
plus respectuex et les plus
tendres, tout à vous.

JAQUES ROQUE.

It was but changing the Corporal into the Count--and saying nothing about mounting the guard guard on Wednesday-- and the letter was neither right or wrong--so to gratify the poor fellow, who stood trembling, for my honour, his own, and the honour of his letter--I took the cream gently off it, and whipping it up in my own way--I seal'd it up and sent him with it to Madame de L***--and the next morning we pursued our journey to Paris.

Paris

When a man can carry the point by din of equipage, and carry on all floundering before him with half a dozen lackies and a couple of cooks--'tis very well in such a place as Paris-- he may drive in at which end of a street he will.

A poor prince who is weak in cavalry, and whose whole infantry does not exceed a single man, had best quit the field; and signalize himself in the cabinet, if he can get up into it--I say up into it--for there is no descending perpendicular amongst 'em with a 'Me voici, mes enfans' here I am--whatever many may think.

I own my first sensations, as soon as I was left solitary and alone in my own chamber in the hotel, were far from being so flattering as I had prefigured them. I walked up gravely to the window in my dusty black coat, and looking through the glass saw all the world in yellow, blue, and green, running at the ring of pleasure.--The old with broken lances, and in helmets which had lost their vizards--the young in armour bright which shone like gold, be-plumed with each gay feather of the east-- all--all--tilting at it like fascinated knights in tournaments of yore for fame and love--

Alas, poor Yorick! cried I, what art thou doing here? On the very first onset of all this glittering clatter thou art reduced to an atom--seek--seek some winding alley, with a tourniquet at the end of it, where chariot never rolled or flambeau shot its rays--there thou mayest solace thy soul in converse sweet with some kind grisset of a barber's wife, and get into such coteries!--

--May I perish! if I do, said I, pulling out a letter which I had to present to Madame de R***.--I'll wait upon this lady, the very first thing I do. So I called La Fleur to go seek me a barber directly--and come back and brush my coat.

Paris--The Wig

When the barber came, he absolutely refused to have any thing to do with my wig: 'twas either above or below his art: I had nothing to do, but to take one ready made of his own recommendation.-- But I fear, friend! said I, this buckle won't stand.-- You may immerge it, replied he, into the ocean, and it will stand--

What a great scale is everything upon in this city! thought I-- The utmost stretch of an English periwig-maker's ideas could have gone no further than to have 'dipped it into a pail of water.'--What difference! 'tis like time to eternity.

I confess I do hate all cold conceptions, as I do the puny ideas which engender them; and am generally so struck with the great works of nature, that for my own part, if I could help it, I never would make a comparison less than a mountain at least. All that can be said against the French sublime in this instance of it, is this--that the grandeur is more in the word; and less in the thing. No doubt the ocean fills the mind with vast ideas; but Paris being so far inland, it was not likely I should run post a hundred miles out of it, to try the experiment--the Parisian barber meant nothing.--

The pail of water standing beside the great deep, makes certainly but a sorry figure in speech--but 'twill be said-- it has one advantage-- 'tis in the next room, and the truth of the buckle may be tried in it without more ado, in a single moment.

In honest truth, and upon a more candid revision of the matter, The French expression professes more than it performs.

I think I can see the precise and distinguishing marks of national characters more in these nonsensical minutiæ, than in the most important matters of state; where great men of all nations talk and stalk so much alike, that I would not give ninepence to chuse among them.

I was so long in getting from under my barber's hands, that it was too late to think of going with my letter to Madame R*** that night: but when a man is once dressed at all points for going out, his reflections turn to little account, so taking down the name of the Hôtel de Modene, where I lodged, I walked forth without any determination where to go--I shall consider of that, said I, as I walk along.

Paris--The Pulse

Hail ye small sweet courtesies of life, for smooth do ye make the road of it! like grace and beauty which beget inclinations to love at first sight: 'tis ye who open this door and let the stranger in.

--Pray, Madame, said I, have the goodness to tell me which way I must turn to go to the Opéra-comique:--Most willingly, Monsieur, said she, laying aside her work--

I had given a cast with my eye into half a dozen shops as I came along in search of a face not likely to be disordered by such an interruption; till at last, this hitting my fancy, I had walked in.

She was working a pair of ruffles as she sat in a low chair on the far side of the shop facing the door--

--Très voluntiers; most willingly, said she, laying her work down upon a chair next her, and rising up form the low chair she was sitting in, with so cheerful a movement and so cheerful a look, that had I been laying out fifty louis d'ors with her, I should have said--'This woman is grateful.'

You must turn, Monsieur, said she, going with me to the door of the shop, and pointing the way down the street I was to take-- you must turn first to your left hand--mais prenez garde--there are two turns; and be so good as to take the second--then go down a little way and you'll see a church, and when you are past it, give yourself the trouble to turn directly to the right, and that will lead you to the foot of the Pont-Neuf, which you must cross--and there any one will do himself the pleasure to shew you--

She repeated her instructions three times over to me, with the same good-natur'd patience the third time as the first;--and if tones and manners have a meaning, which certainly they have, unless to hearts which shut them out--she seemed really interested, that I should not lose myself.

I will not suppose it was the woman's beauty, notwithstanding she was the handsomest Grisset, I think, I ever saw, which had much to do with the sense I had of her courtesy; only I remember, when I told her how much I was obliged to her, that I looked very full in her eyes,- -and that I repeated my thanks as often as she had done her instructions.

I had not got ten paces from the door, before I found I had forgot every tittle of what she had said--so looking back, and seeing her still standing in the door of the shop as if to look whether I went right or not--I returned back, to ask her whether the first turn was to my right or left--for that I had absolutely forgot.--Is it possible? said she, half laughing.--'Tis very possible, replied I, when a man is thinking more of a woman, than of her good advice.

As this was the real truth--she took it, as every woman takes a matter of right, with a slight courtesy.

--Attendez, said she, laying her hand upon my arm to detain me, whilst she called a lad out of the back-shop to get ready a parcel of gloves. I am just going to send him, said she, with a packet into that quarter, and if you will have the complaisance to step in, it will be ready in a moment, and he shall attend you to the place.-- So I walk'd in with her to the far side of the shop, and taking up the ruffle in my hand which she laid upon the chair, as if I had a mind to sit, she sat down herself in her low chair, and I instantly sat myself down beside her.

--He will be ready, Monsieur, said she, in a moment--And in that moment, replied I, most willingly would I say something very civil to you for all these courtesies. Any one may do a casual act of good-nature, but a continuation of them shews it is a part of the temperature; and certainly, added I, if it is the same blood which comes from the heart, which descends to the extremes (touching her wrist), I am sure you must have one of the best pulses of any woman in the world--Feel it, said she, holding out her arm. So laying down my hat, I took hold of her fingers in one hand, and applied the two fore-fingers of my other to the artery--

--Would to heaven! my dear Eugenius, thou hadst passed by, and beheld me sitting in my black coat, and in my lack-a-day-sical manner, counting the throbs of it, one by one, with as much true devotion as if I had been watching the critical ebb or flow of her fever-- How wouldst thou have laugh'd and moralized upon my new profession!--and thou shouldst have laugh'd and moralized on--Trust me, my dear Eugenius, I should have said, 'there are worse occupations in this world than feeling a woman's pulse.'--But a Grisset's! thou wouldst have said--and in an open shop! Yorick--

--So much the better: for when my views are direct, Eugenius, I care not if all the world saw me feel it.

Paris--The Husband

I had counted twenty pulsations, and was going on fast towards the fortieth, when her husband coming unexpected from a back parlour into the shop, put me a little out of my reckoning.--'Twas nobody but her husband, she said--so I began a fresh score--Monsieur is so good, quoth she, as he pass'd by us, as to give himself the trouble of feeling my pulse-- The husband took off his hat, and making me a bow, said, I did him too much honour--and having said that, he put on his hat and walk'd out.

Good God! said I to myself, as he went out--and can this man be the husband of this woman!

Let it not torment the few who know what must have been the grounds of this exclamation, if I explain it to those who do not. In London a shopkeeper and a shopkeeper's wife seem to be one bone and one flesh: in the several endowments of mind and body, sometimes the one, sometimes the other has it, so as in general to be upon a par, and to tally with each other as nearly as a man and wife need to do.

In Paris, there are scarce two orders of beings more different: for the legislative and executive powers of the shop not resting in the husband, he seldom comes there--in some dark and dismal room behind, he sits commerceless in his thrum night-cap, the same rough son of Nature that Nature left him.

The genius of a people where nothing but the monarchy is salique, having ceded this department, with sundry others, totally to the women--by a continual higgling with customers from morning to night, like so many rough pebbles shook long enough together in a bag, by amicable collisions, they have worn down their asperities and sharp angles, and not only become round and smooth, but will receive, some of them, a polish like a brilliant-- Monsieur le Mari is little better than the stone under your foot--

--Surely--surely, man! it is not good for thee to sit alone--thou wast made for social intercourse and gentle greetings, and this improvement of our natures from it, I appeal to, as my evidence.--And how does it beat, Monsieur? said she.--With all the benignity, said I, looking quietly in her eyes, that I expected--She was going to say something civil in return--but the lad came into the shop with the gloves--A propos, said I, I want a couple of pair myself.

Paris--The Gloves

The beautiful Grisset rose up when I said this, and going behind the counter, reach'd down a parcel and untied it: I advanced to the side over-against her: they were all too large. The beautiful Grisset measured them one by one across my hand--It would not alter the dimensions--She begg'd I would try a single pair, which seemed to be the least--She held it open--my hand slipped into it at once--It will not do, said I, shaking my head a little--No, said she, doing the same thing.

There are certain combined looks of simple subtlety-- where whim, and sense, and seriousness, and nonsense, are so blended, that all the languages of Babel set loose together could not express them--they are communicated and caught so instantaneously, that you can scarce say which party is the infector. I leave it to you men of words to swell pages about it-- it is enough in the present to say again, the gloves would not do; so folding our hands within our arms, we both loll'd upon the counter--it was narrow, and there was just room for the parcel to lay between us.

The beautiful Grisset look'd sometimes at the gloves, then side-ways to the window, then at the gloves--and then at me. I was not disposed to break silence--I follow'd her example: so I looked at the gloves, then to the window, then at the gloves, and then at her--and so on alternately.

I found I lost considerably in every attack--she had a quick black eye, and shot through two such long and silken eye-lashes with such penetration, that she look'd into my very heart and reins--It may seem strange, but I could actually feel she did--

It is no matter, said I, taking up a couple of the pairs next me, and putting them into my pocket.

I was sensible the beautiful Grisset had not ask'd above a single livre above the price--I wish'd she had ask'd a livre more, and was puzzling my brains how to bring the matter about-- Do you think, my dear Sir, said she, mistaking my