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and uncompressid, looks round him, as if he fought for an object to share it with In doing this, I felt every vessel in my frame dilate the arteries beat all chearily together, and every power which sustained life, perform'd it with so little fri&ion, that "twould have confounded the most physical precieuse in France: with all her materialism, the could scarce have called me a machine
I'm confident; faid I'to myself, I should have overfet 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 1 a King of France, cried I what a moment for an orphan to have begg'd his father's portpanteau of me!
THE MON K.
I had scarce utter'd the words, when a poor motrk of the order of St. Francis came into the room to beg fomething 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 caufes, for ought I know, which influence the tides themselves 'twould oft be no difcredit to us, to fuppose it was fo: I'm sure at least for myself, that in many a case I should be more highly satisfied , to have it faid by the world, "I had had an affair with " the moon,
in which there was neither lin nor » shame," than have it pass-altogether as my own ad and deed, wherein there was so much of bothi'
But be this as it may. The moment i cast my eyes upon him, I was predeterinined not to give him a single fous; 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 fomething, 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 courte- fy than years ,
could be no more than fixty Truth might lie between He was certainly fixtyfive; 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 common-place ideas of fat contented ignorance looking downwards upon the earth it look'd forwards; but lonk'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 Indoitan, I had reverenced it.
The rest of his outline may be given in a few strokes; one might put it into the hands of any one to design, for 'twas neither elegant or otherwise, but 'as character and expression made it fo: it was a thin,
spare form, something above the common fize, if it lost not the distinction by a bend forwards in the figure but it was the attitude of Intreaty; and as it now stands presented to my, imagination, it gain'd more than it lost by it,
When he had enter'd the room three 'paces, he stood still; and laying his left hand upon his breast, (a flender 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.
'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 refource 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 flight glance with his eye downwards upon the Neeve of his tunick I felt the full force of the appeal I acknowledge it, faid 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 preffing 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 affli&ions, 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 chearfully should it have been opend to you, for the