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They order, said 1, this matter better in France
You have been in France? said my gentlemali, turning quick upon me with the most civil triumph in the world. Strange! quoth 1, debating the matter with myself, that one and twenty miles failing, for 'tis absolutely no further from Dover to Calais, should give a man these rights I'll look into them: to giving up the argument I went straight to my lodgings, put up half a dozen Thirts and a black pair of filk breeches the coat I have on, said I, looking at the Deeve, will do" took a place in the Dover stage; and the packet failing at nine the next morning by three I had got fat down to my dinner upon a fricassee'd 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 black pair of silk breeches portmanteau and all must have gone to the king of France
even the little pi&ure 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 pala senger, 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 renown'd for sentiment and fine feelings, that I have to reason with
But I have scarce set foot in your dominions
* All the effe&ts of strangers (Swiss and Scotch
excepted) dying in France, are seized by virtue of this law, tho' the heir be upon the spot the profit of these contingencies being farm'd, there is no redress,
CALA I S.
When I had finish'd my dinner, and drank the King of France's health, to satisfy my mind that I bore him no fpleen, but, on the contrary, high honour for the humanity of his temper an inch taller for the accommodation.
I rose up
No faid 1 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 fuffusion of a finer kind upon
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 kindhearted brethren of us, fall out so cruelly as we do by the way?
When man is at peace with man, how much lighter than a feather is the heavielt of metals in his hand! he pulls out his purse, and holding it airily