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each took a pinchPity thy box should ever want one, said I to myself; so I put a couple of sous into ittaking a small pinch out of his box, to enhance their value, as I did itHe felt the weight of the second obligation more than that of the firsttwas doing him an honourthe other was only doing him a charityand he made me a bow down to the ground for it. Here! said I to an old soldier with one hand, who had been campaignd and worn out to death in the serviceheres a couple of sous for thee. Vive le Roi! said the old soldier. I had then but three sous left: so I gave one, simply pour lamour de dieu, which was the footing on which it was beggdThe poor woman had a dislocated hip; so it could not be well upon any other motive. Mon cher et très charitable MonsieurTheres no opposing this, said I. My Lord angloisthe very sound was worth the moneyso I gave my last sous for it. But in the eagerness of giving, I had overlooked a pauvre honteux, who had no one to ask a sous for him, and who, I believed, would have perishd, ere he could have askd one for himself: he stood by the chaise a little without the circle, and wiped a tear from a face which I thought had seen better daysGood god! said Iand have I not one single sous left to give himBut you have a thousand! cried all the powers of nature, stirring within meso I gave himno matter whatI am ashamed to say how much, nowand was ashamed to think, how little, then: so if the reader can form any conjecture of my disposition, as these two fixed points are given him, he may judge within a livre or two what was the precise sum. I could afford nothing for the rest, but Dieu vous benisseEt le bon Dieu vous benisse encoresaid the old soldier, the dwarf, &c. The pauvre honteux could say nothinghe pulld out a little handkerchief, and wiped his face as he turned awayand I thought he thankd me more than them all. The Bidet Having settled all these little matters, I got into my post-chaise with more ease than ever I got into a post-chaise in my life; and La Fleur having got one large jack-boot on the far side of a little Bidet,6 and another on this (for I count nothing of his legs)he canterd away before me as happy and as perpendicular as a prince. But what is happiness! what is grandeur in this painted scene of life! A dead ass, before we had got a league, put a sudden stop to La Fleurs careerhis Bidet would not pass by ita contention arose betwixt them, and the poor fellow was kickd out of his jack-boots the very first kick. La Fleur bore his fall like a French christian, saying neither more or less upon it, than, Diable! so presently got up and came to the charge again astride his Bidet, beating him up to it as he would have beat his drum. The Bidet flew from one side of the road to the otherthen back againthen this waythen that way, and in short every way but by the dead assLa Fleur insisted upon the thingand the Bidet threw him. Whats the matter, La Fleur, said I, with this Bidet of thine?Monsieur, said he, cest un cheval le plus opiniatré du monde.Nay, if he is a conceited Beast he must go his own way, replied Iso La Fleur got off him, and giving him a good sound lash, the Bidet took me at my word, and away he scamperd back to MontriulPeste! said La Fleur. It is not mal à propos to take notice here, that though La Fleur availed himself but of two different terms of exclamation in this encounternamely, Diable! and Peste! that there are nevertheless three, in the French language; like the positive, comparative, and superlative, one or the other of which serve for every unexpected throw of the dice in life. |
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