By this time the dwarf was driven to extremes, and in his first transports, which are generally unreafonable, had told the German he would cut off his long queue with his knife-The German look'd back coolly, and told him he was welcome, if he could reach it.

An injury fharpened by an infult, be it to who it will, makes every man of fentiment a party; I could have leaped out of the box to have redreffed it.-The old French officer did it with much lefs confufion; for leaning a little over, and nodding to a fentinel, and pointing at the fame time with his finger to the diftrefs--the fentinel made his way to it.-There was no occafion to tell the grievance-the thing told itself; fo thrusting back the German instantly with his musket -he took the poor dwarf by the hand, and placed him before him-This is noble! faid I, clapping my hands together-And yet you would not permit this, faid the old officer, in England.

In England, dear Sir, faid I, we all fit at our ease.

Tae old French officer would have fet me at unity with myself, in cafe I had been at variance,-by faying it was a bon-mot-and as a bon-mot is always worth Something at Pari:, he offered me a pinch of snuff.

SENT. JOURNEY, P. 113.

W

CHARITY.

́HEN all is ready, and every article is disputed

and paid for in the inn, unless you are a little four'd by the adventure, there is always a matter to compound at the door, before you can get into your chaife, and that is with the fons and daughters of poverty, who furround you. Let no man fay, "Let them go to the devil;"-'tis a cruel journey to fend a few miferables, and they have had fufferings enow without it: I always think it better to take a few fous out in my hand; and I would counfel every gentle traveller to du fo likewife; he need not be fo exact in fetting down his motives for giving them they will be registered elsewhere.

For my own part, there is no man gives fo little as I do; for few that I know have fo little to give: but as this was the first public act of my charity in France, I took the more notice of it.

A-well-a-day! faid I, I have but eight fous in the world, fhewing them in my hand, and there are eight poor men and eight poor women for 'em.

A poor tatter'd foul without a shirt on, instantly withdrew his claim, by retiring two steps out of the circle, and making a difqualifying bow, on his part. Had the whole parterre cried out Place aux dames! with one voice, it would not have conveyed the fentiment of a deference for the fex with half the effect.

Juft Heaven! for what wife reafon haft thou ordered it, that beggary and urbanity, which are at fuch variance in other countries, fhould find a way to be at unity in this?

I infifted upon prefenting him with a fingle fous, merely for his politeffe.

A poor little dwarfish, brifk fellow, who stood over-against me in the circle, putting fomething first under his arm, which had once been a hat, took his fnuff-box out of his pocket, and generously offered a pinch on both fides of him; it was a gift of confequence, and modeftly declined-The poor little fellow prefs'd it upon them with a nod of welcomenefs-Prenez ex-prenez, said he, looking another way; fo they each took a pinch,-Pity thy box fhould ever want one, faid I to myfelf; fo I put a couple of fous into it-taking a finall pinch out of his box, to enhance the value, as I did it-He felt the weight of the fecond obligation more than that of the first-'twas doing him an honour-the other was only doing him a charity-and he made me a bow down to the ground for it.

-Here! faid I to an old foldier with one hand, who had been campaign'd and worn out to death in the fervice-here's a couple of fous for thee. Vive le Roi! faid the old foldier.

I had then but three fous left; fo I gave one, fimply pour l'amour de Dieu, which was the footing on which it was begg'd-The poor woman had a diflo

cated hip; fo it could not well be upon any other

motive.

Mon cher très charitable Monfieur-There's no op pofing this, faid I.

Mylord Anglois-the very found was worth the money-fo I gave my laft fous for it. But in the eagernefs of giving, I overlook'd a pauvre honteux, who had no one to ask a fous for him, and who, I be lieved, would have perished ere he could have asked 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 days-Good God! said I— and I have not one fingle fous left to give him But you have a thousand! cried all the powers of nature, ftirring within me-so I gave him—no matter what→ I am ashamed to fay how much, pow-and was afhamed to think how little, then; fo if the reader can form any conjecture of my difpofition, as these two fixed points are given him, he may judge within a livre or two what was the precise fum.

I could afford nothing for the reft, but Dieu vous béniffe-Et le bon Dieu vous bénisse encore-said the old foldier, the dwarf, &c. The pauvre honteux could fay nothing-he pull'd out a little handkerchief, and wiped his face as he turned away-and I thought he thanked me more than them all.

SENT. JOURNEY, P. 66.

REFLECTIONS ON DEATH.

HE Corporal

THE

Tread lightly on his ashes, ye men of genius,for he was your kinsman:

Weed his grave clean, ye men of goodness,-for he was your brother.-Oh Corporal! had I thee but now, now, that I am able to give thee a dinner and protection,-how would I cherish thee! thou fhouldft wear thy Montero-cap every hour of the day, and every day of the week,-and when it was worn out, I would purchase thee a couple like it;-but alas! alas! alas! now that I can do this in fpite of their reverences the occafion is loft--for thou art gone;

thy genius fled up to the ftars from whence it came; -and that warm heart of thine, with all its generous and open veffels, compreffed into a clod of the valley!

But what is this what is this, to that future and dreaded page, where I look towards the velvet pall, decorated with the military enfigns of thy mafterthe firftthe foremost of created beings; where I shall see thee, faithful fervant, laying his fword and scabbard with a trembling hand across his coffin, and then turning, pale as afhes, to the door, to take his mourning horfe by the bridle, to follow his hearfe, as he directed thee;-where-all my father's systems shall be baffled by his forrows; and, in fpite of his philo