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THE DEAD ASS.
into his wallet-and this should have been thy portion, said he, hadft 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 on the road, which had occalioned La Fleur's mifadventure. 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 on a stone bench at the door, with the afs'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 cruft 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-look'd wiftfully at the little arrangement he had made and then gave a sigh.
The fimplicity of his grief drew numbers about him, and La Fleur among the rell, whilst the horses were getting ready; as I continued fitting 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 furtheft borders of Franconia; ind had
got so far on his return home, when his ass died. Every one seemed desirous to know what business
could have taken fo old and poor a man fo far a journey from his own home.
It had pleased Heaven, he said, to bless him with three fons, the finest lads in all Germany; but having in one week loft two 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. Jago, in Spain.
When the mourner got thus far on his story, he stopp'd to pay nature her tribute and wept bitterly.
He said Heaven had accepted the 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.-The ass, he said, he was assured, loved him-and upon this, told them a long story of a mischance upon their passage over the Pyrenean mountains, which had separated them from cach other three days : during which time the ass had Tought him as much as he had fought the ass, and they had neither scarce eat or drank till they met.
Thou hast one comfort, friend, said I, at least in the lots of the poor beast; I'm sure thou hast been a mercitul master to him.---Alas! said the mourner, I Inought so when he was alive-but now 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 lov'd his ass would be something.
SENT. JOURNEY, p. 74.
HUMOURING IMMORAL APPETITES.
THE humouring of certain appetites, where mo,
rality is not concerned, seems to be the means by which the Author of nature intended to sweeten this journey of life,--and bear us up under the many fhoeks and hard joftlings, which we are sure to meet with in our way. And a man might, .with as much reason, muffle up himself against sunshine and fair weather and at other times expose himself naked to the inclemencies of cold and rain, as debar himself of the innocent delights of his nature, for affected reserve and melancholy.
It is true, on the other hand, our passions are apt to grow upon us by indulgence, and become exorbitan, if they are not kept under exact discipline, that by way of caution and prevention, 'were better, at certain times, to affect some degree of needless reserve, than hazard any ill consequences from the other extreme.
SERM: XXXVII. P. 13.
OOK into private life-behold how good and
pleasant a thing it is to live together in unity ;it is like the precious ointment poured upon the head of Aaron, that run down to his fkirts; importing that this balm of life is felt and enjoyed, not only by governors of kingdoms, but is derived down to the lowest rank of life, and tasted in the most private recesses;--all, from the king to the peasant, are refresh. ed with its bleflings, without which we can find no comfort in any thing this world can give. It is this bleliing gives every one to fit quietly under his vine, and reap the fruits of his labour and industry* : -in one #ord, which bespeaks who is the beftower of it-it is that only which keeps up the harmony and order of the world, and preserves every thing in it from ruin and confusion,
SERMON XLI. P. 203.
THERE are fecret workings in human affairs,
which over-rule all human contrivance, and counterplot the wisest of our counfels, in so strange and unexpected a manner, as to cast a damp upon our best schemes and warmest endeavours.
SERMON XXXIX, p. 170.
Captain Shandy's Juftification of his own Principles an
Condu:& in wishing to continue the War.
Written to his Biother.
AM not infenfible, brother Shandy, that when a
man, whose profession is arms, wishes, as I have done, for war,-it has an ill aspect to the world ; and that, how juft and right foever his motives ane intentions may be, he stands in an uneafy posture ir
vindicating himself from private views in doing it.
For this cause, if a soldier is a prudent man, whic' he may be, without being a jot the less brave, he wi be sure not to utter his wish in the hearing of an ene my; for, fay what he will, an enemy will not believ him. He will be cautious of doing it even to a friend, left he may suffer in his esteem :-But if his heart is overcharged, and a secret sigh for arms must have its vent, he will reserve it for the ear of a brother, who knows his true character to the bottom, and what his true notions, dispositions, and principles of honour are: What, I hope, I have been in all these, brother Shandy, would be unbecoming in me to say; much worse, I know, have I been than I ought and something worse, perhaps, than I think : but such as I am, you, my dear brother Shandy, who have fuck'd the same breafts with me, and with whom I have been brought up from my cradle, and from whose knowledge, from the first hours of our boyi