« السابقةمتابعة »
hand to pay
( 237 ) there is very little in it, my dear, said I; but be as good as thou art handsome, and Heaven will fill it; I had a parcel of crowns in
for Shak. Speare ; and as she let go the purse entirely, I put a sin. gle one into it; and tying up the riband in a bow-knot, returned it to her.
The young girl made me more an humble courtesy than a low one it was one of those quiet, thankful finkings where the spirit bows itself down-the body does no more than tell it. I never gave a girl a crown in my life which gave me half the pleasure.
My advice, my dear, would not have been worth a pin to you, said I, if I had not given this along with it:- but now,
see the crown, you will remember it so do not, my dear, lay it out in ribands.
Upon my word, Sir, said the girl earnestly, I am incapable-in saying which, as is usual in little bargains of honour, she gave me her hand-- En vérité, Monfieur, je mettrai cet argent à part, faid she.
When a virtuous convention is made betwixt man and woman, it fanctifies their most private walks; so notwithstanding it was dusky, yet as both our roads lay the same way, we made no fcruple of walking along the Quai de Conti together.
She made me a second courtesy in setting off, and before we got twenty yards from the door, as if she had not done enough before, she made a sort of a little stop to tell me again-lhe thanked me,
It was a small tribute, I told her, which I could not avoid paying to virtue, and would not be mistaken in the person I had been rendering it to for the world -but I fee innocence, my dear, in your face--and foul befal the man who ever lays à snare in its way.
The girl seemed affected some way or other with what I saidshe gave a low figh-I found I was not empowered to inquire at all after it-so said nothing more till I got to the corner of the Rue de Nevers, where we were to part.
-But is this the way, my dear, said I, to the Hótel de Modene ? she told me it was or, that I might go by the Rue de Gueneguault, which was the next turn.“ Then I will go, my dear, by the Rue de Gueneguault, said I, for two reafons ; first, I shall please myself, and next, I thall give you the protection of my company as far on your way as I can. The girl was sensible I was civil and said she wished the Hôtel de Modene was in the Rue de St. Pierre. You live there, said I. She told me she was fille de chambre to Madame R****Good God! said I, it is the very lady for whom I have brought a letter from Amiens.-The girl told me that Madame R****, she believed, expected a stranger with a letter, and was impatient to see him-fo I de. fired the girl to present my compliments to Madame R****, and fay I would certainly wait upon her in the morning.
We stood still at the corner of the Rue de Nevers whilft this passed we then stopped a moment whilft
The disposed of her Egarements du Cæur, more commodiously than carrying them in her hand--they were two volumes ; so I held the second for her whilft she put the first into her pocket; and then she held her pocket, and I put the other in after it.
It is sweet to feel by what fine-fpun threads our af. fections are drawn together.
We set off afresh, and as the took her third step, the girl put her hand within my arm I was just bid. ding her-but she did it of herself, with that undelibe. rating fimplicity, which shewed it was out of her head that she had never seen me before. For my own part, I felt the conviction of fanguinity so strongly, that I could not help turning half round to look in her face, and see if I could trace out any thing in it of a family likeness. Tut! said I, are we not all re. lations?
When we arrived at the turning of the Rue de Gueneguault, I stopped to bid her adieu for good and all: the girl would thank me again for my company and kindness-She bid me adieu twice-I repeated it as often; and fo cordial was the parting between us, that had it happened any where else, I'm not sure but I Mould have signed it with a kiss of charity, as warm and as holy as an Apostle.
But in Paris, as none kiss each other but the men I did what amounted to the same thing
I bid God bless her.
SENT. JOURNEY, P. 121. CONTUMELY.
OW many may we observe every day, even of
the gentler sex, as well as our own, who, without conviction of doing much wrong, in the midst of a full career of calumny and defamation, rise up punctual at the stated hour of prayer, leave the cruel story half untold till they return,-g0,--and kneel down before the throne of Heaven, thank God that he had not made them like others, and that his Holy Spirit had enabled them to perform the duties of the day, in so Christian and conscientious a manner !
This delusive itch for slander, too common in all ranks of people, whether to gratify, a little ungenerous refentment; whether oftener out of a principle of levelling, from a narrowness and poverty of soul, ever impatient of merit and superiority in others; whether a mean ambition, or the insatiate luft of being witty, (a talent in which ill-nature and malice are no ingredients); or, lastly, whether from a natural cruelty of disposition, abstracted from all views and considerations of self; to which one, or whether to all jointly; we are indebted for this contagious malady, this much is certain, from whatever feeds it springs, the growth and progress of it are as destructive to, as they are unbecoming a civilized people. To pass a hard and illnatured reflection upon an undesigning action; to invent, or, which is equally bad, to propagate a vexa
tious report, without colour and grounds; to plunder an innocent man of his character and good name, a jewel which perhaps he has starved himself to purchase, and probably would hazard his life to secure; to rob him at the same time of his happiness and peace of mind; perhaps his bread,--the bread, may be, of a virtuous family; and this, as Solomon says of the mad. man, who casteth fire-brands, arrows, and death, and faith, Am I not in sport? all this out of wantonnels, and oftener from worse motives; the whole appears fuch a complication of badnefs, as requires no words or warmth of fancy to aggravate. Pride, treachery, envy,, hypocrisy, malice, cruelty, and self-love, may have been said, in one fhape or other, to have occafioned all the frauds and mischiefs that ever happened in the world but the chances against a coincidence of them all in one perfon are so many that one would have supposed the character of a common Nanderer as rare and difficult a production in nature, as that of a great genius, which feldom happens above once in
SERMON XI. P. 226.
OW abandoned is that heart which bulges the
tear of innocence, and is the cause the fatal cause of overwhelming the spotless soul, and plunging the yet untainted mind into a sea of sorrow and repent