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as he could-and for mine, I walked directly into the houfe.

The family confifted of an old grey-headed man and his wife, with five or fix fons and fons-in-law, and their feveral wives, and a joyous genealogy out of them.

They were all fitting down together to their lentilfoup; a large wheaten loaf was in the middle of the table; and a flagon of wine at each end of it promifed joy through the stages of the repaft-'twas a feaft of love.

The old man rofe up to meet me, and with a respectful cordiality would have me fit down at the table: my heart was fet down the moment I entered the room; fo I sat down at once like a fon of the family; and to inveft myself in the character as speedily as I could, I instantly borrowed the old man's knife, and taking up the loaf, cut myself a hearty luncheon; and as I did it, I faw a testimony in every eye, not only of an honeft welcome, but of a welcome mix'd with thanks that I had not feem'd to doubt it.

Was it this or tell me, Nature, what elfe it was that made this morfel fo fweet-and to what magic I owe it, that the draught I took of their flagon was fo delicious with it, that they remain upon my palate to this hour?

If the supper was to my tafte-the grace which followed was much more fo.

into them-I see him meet the penfive flade of his forfaken Dido-and wish to recognize it-I fee the injured fpirit wave her head, and turn off filent from the author of her miferies and dishonours-I lose the feelings of myfelf in her's-and thofe affections which were wont to make me mourn for her when I was at school.

Surely this is not walking in a vain shadow-nor does man difquiet himself in vain by it-he oftener does fo in trusting the iffue of his commotions to reafon only -I can fafely say for myself, I was never able to conquer any one fingle bad fenfation in my heart fo decifively, as by beating up as fast as I could for fome kindly and gentle fenfation to fight it upon its own ground.

SENT. JOURNEY,-p. 165.

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LE DIMANCHE.

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was Sunday; and when Le Fleur came in the morning, with my coffee and roll and butter, he had got himself so gallantly arrayed, I scarce knew

him.

I had covenanted at Montreiul to give him a new hat with a filver button and loop, and four Louisd'ors pour s'adonifer, when we got to Paris; and the poor fellow, to do him justice, had done wonders with

it.

He had bought a bright, clean, good fcarlet coat, and a pair of breeches of the fame-They were not a crown worse, he faid, for the' wearing-I wifh'd him hang'd for telling me.They look'd fo fresh, that I knew the thing could not be done, yet I would rather have impofed upon my fancy, with thinking I had bought them new for the fellow, than that they had come out of the Rue de Fripperie.

This is a nicety which makes not the heart sore at Paris.

He had purchased moreover a handsome blue fatin waistcoat, fancifully enough embroidered-this was indeed fomething the worse for the service it had done, but 'twas clean fcour'd-the gold had been touch'd up, and upon the whole was rather showy than otherwiseand as the blue was not violent, it suited with the coat and breeches very well: he had squeez'd out of the money, moreover, a new bag and folitaire; and had infifted with the Frippier upon a gold pair of garters to his breeches knees-He had purchased muflin ruffles, bien bordées, with four livres of his own money, and a pair of white filk stockings, for five more and, to top all, nature had given him a handfome figure, without cofting him a fous.

He entered the room thus set off, with his hair drest in the first style, and with a handsome bouquet in his breaft-in a word, there was that look of feftivity in every thing about him, which at once put me in mind it was Sunday-and, by combating both together, it instantly struck me, that the favour he wifh'd to ask

me the night before, was to fpend the day as every one in Paris spent it befides. I had scarce made the conjecture, when La Fleur, with infinite humility, but with a look of truft, as if I fhould not refuse him, begged I would grant him the day, pour faire le galant vis-à-vis de fa Mattreffe.

Now it was the very thing I intended to do myself vis-à-vis Madame de R***-I had retained the remise on purpose for it, and it would not have mortified my vanity to have had a fervant fo well drefs'd as La Fleur was, to have got up behind it: I never could have worse fpared him.

But we must feel, not argue in these embarrassments

the fons and daughters of fervice part with Li«. berty, but not with Nature, in their contracts; they are flesh and blood, and have their little vanities and wishes in the midft of the house of bondage, as well as their tafk-masters-no doubt, they have fet their felf-denials at a price-and their expectations are fo unreasonable, that I would often disappoint them, but that their condition puts it fo much in my power to do it.

Behold,Bebold, I am thy fervant-difarms me at once of the powers of a master.

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-And what mistress, La Fleur! faid I, canft thou have picked up in fo little a time at Paris? La Fleur laid his hand upon his breaft, and faid 'twas a petite demoiselle at M nfieur le Comte de B****'s-La Fleur had a heart made for fociety; and, to fpeak the truth

of him, let as few occafions flip him as his masterfo that, fome how or other,but how-Heaven knows he had connected himself with the demoiselle upon the landing of the stair-case, during the time I was taken up with my passport; and as there was time enough for me to win the Count to my interest, La Fleur had contrived to make it do to win the maid to his.-The family, it seems, was to be at Paris that day; and he had made a party with her, and two or three more of the Count's household upon the Loulevards.

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Happy people! that once a week at least are fure to lay down all your cares together, and dance and fing, and sport away the weights of grievance, which bow down the spirit of other nations to the earth.

SENT. JOURNEY, P. 190,

THE MONK.

A

CALAIS.

POOR Monk of the order of St. Francis came

into the room to beg fomething for his con< vent. No man cares to have his virtues the sport of contingencies or one man may be generous as another man is puiffant-fed non quoad hanc-or be it as it may-for there is no regular reafoning upon the

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