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Calais 1 When I had finishd my dinner, and drank the King of Frances health, to satisfy my mind, that I bore him no spleen, but, on the contrary, high honour for the humanity of his temperI rose up an inch taller for the accommodation. Nosaid Ithe 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 suffusion of a finer kind, upon my cheekmore 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 worlds goods which should sharpen our spirits, and make so many kind-hearted 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 heaviest of metals in his hand! he pulls out his purse, and holding it airily and uncompressd, looks round him, as if he sought for an object to share it with.In doing this, I felt every vessel in my frame dilatethe arteries beat all chearily together, and every power which sustained life, performed it with so little friction, that twould have confounded the most physical precieuse1 in France: with all her materialism, she could scarce have called me a Machine Im confident, said I to myself, I should have overset her creed. The accession of that idea, carried nature, at that time, as high as she could goI was at peace with the world before, and this finishd the Treaty with myself Now, was I a King of France, cried Iwhat a moment for an orphan to have beggd his fathers portmanteau of me! The Monk Calais I had scarce utterd the words, when a poor monk of the order of St. Francis came into the room to beg something for his convent. No man cares to have his virtues the sport of contingenciesor one man may be generous, as another man is puissantsed non, quo ad hancor be it as it mayfor there is no regular reasoning upon the ebbs and flows of our humours; they may depend upon the same causes, for ought I know, which influence the tides themselves twould oft be no discredit to us to suppose it was so: Im sure at least for myself, that in many a case I should be more highly satisfied, to have it said by the world, I had had an affair with the moon, in which there was neither sin nor shame, than have it pass altogether as my own act and deed, wherein there was so much of both. But be this as it may. The moment I cast my eyes upon him, I was predetermined not to give him a single sous; and accordingly I put my purse into my pocketbuttond it upset myself a little more upon my centre, and advanced up gravely to him: there was something, 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 scatterd white hairs upon his temples being all that remained of it, might be about seventybut from his eyes, and that sort of fire which was in them, which seemed more temperd by courtesy than years, could be no more than sixtyTruth might lie betweenHe was certainly sixty-five; and the general air of his countenance, not-withstanding something seemed to have been planting wrinkles in it before their time, agreed to the account. It was one of those heads which Guido2 has often paintedmild, palepenetrating, free from all commonplace ideas of fat contented ignorance looking downwards upon the earthit lookd forwards; but lookd, as if it lookd at something beyond this world. How one of his order came by it, heaven above, who let it |
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